₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪ This is a group translation project by:Eggy, Rie, Lam, Lin, Yunyun, Lianyin ₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪ Heavy rain splashed on the water puddles. Xiao Chiye’s horse had already dashed its way to the palace entrance. Red silk umbrellas emerged one after the other from the small sedans, all of them sheltering important ministers of third-grade and above.  The Minister of War, Chen Zhen, made a special point of being a…