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It was autumn in October. Several days of unbroken rain had carried away the last trace of summer’s heat, and threads of chill that seeped into the marrow ran throughout the capital. Before sunrise, many people had already put on lined jackets.

In Qifeng Courtyard, the most remote and desolate corner of the Imperial Princes’ Residence, Xue Jinan wore only a thin layer of clothing. Braving the cold wind, he squatted beside a shallow pool and stared at the reflection in the water with a pair of calm, lifeless eyes.

Though he was only six or seven years old, even the grime covering his face could not conceal the delicacy and beauty of his features. His complexion was pale and carried the pallor of illness; his cheeks were so thin they seemed to have scarcely any flesh upon them. Clothes from several years ago had been forced onto his body, and when he reached out, they revealed a section of wrist and a bracelet made of blood-red dragonwood.

Xue Jinan pinched and prodded himself without restraining his strength in the slightest, leaving several red marks behind. His expression did not change at all, as though the body he was pinching did not belong to him, and as though he could not feel pain.

Green ones and zeroes streamed rapidly across his vision, while strings of data appeared before him.

[Scan complete. Generating report.]

[Beep! Battery low. Please charge immediately.]

Ignoring the red battery indicator, which had fallen into the single digits, Xue Jinan concentrated on analyzing his physical condition. Accordi