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Lu Yu paid no attention to their conversation. He leaned back, resting his head against the trunk of the tree, gazing at the clouds of blossoms like mist, pinching the bridge of his nose to ease the throbbing pain in his eyes, and murmured:,This is a typical second-generation official, born into privilege and power.,As if everything were just an illusion of one's own.。