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Chu Yuning swept aside her green sleeves with a wave, lifting her head, revealing a face ashen white with streaks of blood. She resembled a Rakshasa clawing its way up from hell, fixing her gaze on King Xiao and roaring: "Take it! Use me!",Half an hour later, Ma came out hurriedly clutching a cradle. She must have been in such a rush, she tripped on the threshold.,That day, at King Xiao's palace, officials were discussing matters of state. Chu Yunning sat in the pavilion, enjoying the breeze.。