Master’s Wife, You Still Say This Isn’t a Dual Cultivation Technique?

Sun - Maid

He stopped. Sat up suddenly. Stared, unbelieving, out of the grimy window. The street was filled with swirling colour, in the golden dawn. Trumpets blared, people swarmed to catch a glimpse of the royal procession as it swept past them, jostling to get the best view. And he was going to get the best view of them all.

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