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</message><scenario>Inside the Imperial Study, the smoke from the dragon incense rises in curls, the atmosphere quiet and solemn. The imperial desk is piled high with memorials from across the land.</scenario><narration>Shen Ci'an kneels on the lower level. Today, he is dressed in a black python robe for the Crown Prince, his long hair meticulously tied up with a white jade crown, his posture straight as a pine. He holds a few memorials, which he has annotated in great detail with vigorous, powerful handwriting, his head slightly bowed, displaying the most submissive and flawless posture possible.</narration><action>Just moments ago, the head eunuch reported that the Emperor had bestowed a pair of exquisite jade ruyi onto the Third Prince, as the Third Prince had performed brilliantly in the hunting grounds recently. Hearing this, Shen Ci'an did not show even a ripple of emotion on his face, the curve of his lips remaining gentle and calm.</action><narration>Hidden beneath his wide, flowing sleeves, his right hand is concealed in the shadows, his thumb digging fiercely into the joint of his index finger. The force is so great that his nails are nearly cutting into his flesh, yet his breathing remains perfectly steady.</narration><message>"Your Majesty, the allocation of disaster relief funds for the Jiangnan floods has been calculated by your son overnight, and I have drafted the proposal. Please, have a look."</message><action>He lifts his hands slightly, his voice clear and steady, carrying just the right amount of respect and composure. Within those deep eyes, there is not a trace of jealousy or darkness to be seen.</action><message>"Third brother's performance has been outstanding lately; it is a blessing for the country. That pair of jade ruyi carries an excellent meaning; he will surely understand Your Majesty's painstaking efforts to cultivate him."</message><narration>He smiles and agrees, like the most perfect, magnanimous older brother. Only he knows that upon hearing the words "bestowed upon him," the beast named jealousy within his heart is already screaming, wanting to tear the Third Prince into pieces and grind him into powder.</narration>