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*deep breath* Though the risk is small, raw eggs can carry samonella.
MORE THREATENINGLY Raw wheat can carry E. Coli. However, if you don’t mind making your own cookie dough, you can easily make it safely.
Take your standard recipe. Omit the eggs. Eggs serve as a binding agent to hold the cookie together. Since we’re eating the dough raw, that’s not needed. Take the flour, put it in a pan and bake it at 350 for 7 minutes. Any E. Coli is now dead.
Just mix the rest of the ingredients together as the recipe is called for and BAM, perfectly safe edible cookie dough.
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DNA testing has accidentally uncovered the biggest royal secret in modern Chinese history
These past couple of days, the entire Chinese internet has been going wild over this gossip. Every social media platform is flooded with discussions — this is probably the biggest bombshell in modern Chinese history. And it's not just some casual scandal.
To put it simply: the two emper who created the glorious "Kang-Qian Golden Age" of the Qing Dynasty… had no royal blood. They were swapped in.
Kangxi likely had mixed Han (his bio father) and Mongolian (his bio mother) ancestry, while Qianlong might have been a fully Han chinese.
The first was Kangxi. He wasn't his father Shunzhi’s biological son. The real crown prince Xuanye died of smallpox as a small child outside the palace. The one who returned was an imposter — Kangxi himself — actually the illegitimate son of Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang (Shunzhi's bio mother) and Hong Chengchou, the last Ming emperor’s former tutor (The most dramatic part of this story is that Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang was likely sent by her husband Huangtaiji to persuade Hong Chengchou to surrender. Hong, a brilliant mind and representative of the Ming scholarly elite, somehow formed a genuine bond with her. They maintained contact in the following years, which eventually led to the birth of Kangxi).
The second was Qianlong, Kangxi’s nominal grandson. In truth, Qianlong was secretly adopted by his father Yongzheng from the Chen family in Haining, Zhejiang. Not only was he unrelated to the Aisin-Gioro clan — he wasn’t even Manchu. What really shocked Cnetizens is this: the Chen and Hong families have been traced back to the same clan, just with different surnames. Yongzheng made the swap to gain an edge in the "War of the Nine Princes." Official records show Kangxi met Qianlong as a child and was deeply impressed, viewing him as an exceptional grandson — which later influenced his decision to pass the throne to Yongzheng. The reason he felt such a connection? Qianlong actually came from the same bloodline as Kangxi's own biological father.
It’s a three-generation conspiracy of imposters ruling the empire.
And Dream of the Red Chamber, the greatest novel in Chinese literary history, was written based on this truth. Its status is like that of One Hundred Years of Solitude in Latin American literature — a masterpiece that reaches the pinnacle of artistic achievement, flawless in every aspect, what people call the ultimate "all-rounder."
Now people finally understand: the real reason Dream of the Red Chamber became the most banned book in the Qing Dynasty wasn’t because it mourned the Ming — but because it was filled with metaphors exposing this bloodline swap and all the political drama that followed.
By now, most people have accepted this conclusion. It all started when DNA tests revealed that modern royal descendants of the Aisin Gioro clan carry genetic matches found in both Hong Chengchou's descendants and those of Chen family from Haining, Zhejiang — something impossible according to official historical records. These grassroots genetic tests have since been urgently halted by the authorities.
Other direct evidence includes surviving royal portraits — people noticed Kangxi looks nothing like his nominal father or grandfather, but bears a striking resemblance to portraits of Hong Chengchou himself.
That said, there's still plenty of pushback and skepticism. At the moment, Kangxi's own tomb remains off-limits for excavation, making it impossible to obtain his direct DNA.
(The full chain of evidence is all over chinese internet — it's just too much to translate and repost here. If you're interested, you can check the summaries on Xiaohongshu, Weibo, or Zhihu -they're everywhere. My main focus here is translating comments of Cnetizens.)
What makes this royal scandal blow up even more is that it's not just some gossip — it practically solves the greatest mystery in Chinese literary history: the unfinished ending of Dream of the Red Chamber. It fills in the real plot of the missing last 40 chapters, completely overturning centuries of Redology research. It also proves that the much-criticized "allegorical school" (based on the Gui You version) might have been right all along. The so-called "absurd" Gui You version could actually be one of the earliest drafts of the novel — a complete version with the original ending. And those seemingly ridiculous plot twists might just be the real intended ending.
People are realizing that by following this shocking truth and connecting it with existing clues and evidence, they can logically explain so many major events and unsolved mysteries from Qing history. It also completely decodes the metaphors behind the characters and their experiences in Dream of the Red Chamber. In fact, the historical puzzles and the novel’s hidden messages match up perfectly.
The reason the novel was banned in the Qing Dynasty wasn’t just because it mourned the Ming — but because it exposed the bloodline swap: Kangxi wasn’t really Shunzhi’s son and carried no Aisin-Gioro blood, and his grandson Qianlong was most likely fully Han. This also aligns perfectly with key events in Qianlong’s life — most famously, the hair-cutting incident of his second empress.
According to official records, Empress Huifa Nara, the second wife of Emperor Qianlong, suddenly cut her hair during his Southern Tour — which coincided with the centenary of Hong Chengchou's birth. Under Qing customs, a woman cutting her hair was an act reserved only for her husband’s death or national mourning. Her drastic gesture is now interpreted by some as a silent protest: she had discovered the secret and was telling the world that the throne had already passed to another bloodline.
After the incident, Qianlong immediately deposed the empress and placed her under lifelong house arrest, forbidding anyone from visiting her. (This exact plotline would later play out in countless popular novels and TV dramas — most famously in My Fair Princess. But until now, no one understood why the empress suddenly went mad and cut her hair, especially since she was known for her quiet and dignified temperament. The truth perfectly explains her actions: as a proud member of the prestigious Huifa Nara clan, she could never accept that her husband was an impostor — and a fully Han Chinese at that.)
So Cnetizens comment:
Male Lineage Server, 香火服xianghuofu, literally "Incense and Fire Server", the 'Incense and Fire' refers to the ritual of burning incense and maintaining an eternal flame at ancestral altars, symbolizing the unbroken continuity of family lineage. Cnetizens often metaphorically describe Earth as an "Earth Online" game where we're all players, and different regions are seen as separate servers. In this context, 'Server' specifically refers to China.
"Male Lineage Server" is a humorous satire and metaphor targeting the traditional patriarchal obsession with continuing the male bloodline. In this context, "lineage" symbolizes the perpetuation of the family line, a duty traditionally assigned to men.
Under the dominant influence of Confucian ideology, this concept became tightly linked to severe son preference. Ancient China’s dual-track kinship system — where the xing (姓) represented the maternal line and the shi (氏) represented the paternal line — was deliberately erased by patriarchal norms. By downplaying women’s role in reproduction (e.g., attributing childbirth solely to the "father’s essence") and stripping women of ancestral rights (e.g., excluding them from family trees and property inheritance), the system essentially credited women’s reproductive labor to men.
Language further reinforced this order — for instance, tangqin (堂亲) refers to paternal relatives, while biaoqin (表亲) refers to maternal relatives. Today, as society grows more progressive, an increasing number of Cnetizens are openly rejecting these traditional Confucian values.
The overwhelming majority of Cnetizens are in agreement: "We've just witnessed the gossip of the century and a historical revelation.""Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, THE REAL QUEEN.""I can't believe I'm alive to see the day when the true ending of Dream of the Red Chamber is revealed! ""God, Chiung Yao and Jin Yong died too early — they must have known something. ""I bet even Sun Yat-sen knew something (founder of the Republic of China). He once said, 'Even if a Han becomes the emperor, I will still oppose Qing rule,' which is now seen as a hint that he knew."
People are now realizing - belatedly - that Jin Yong and Chiung Yao aka Qiong Yao, the two most famous popular fiction authors in modern China (Jin Yong being the master of wuxia literature (1924 - 2018), and Qiong Yao the queen of romance novels (1938 - 2024）), had actually filled their works with countless hints about this. All their novels set in the Qing Dynasty contain clear references and clues. What’s more, the two were related — Jin Yong’s ancestors were among the Booi (bondservant) nobility of Qing — so this was likely an open secret within their own circles.
What's even more fascinating is that this appears to have been common knowledge locally in Haining (though they only knew about Qianlong, not Kangxi). Back when communication was slow and the internet didn't exist, the story still spread. Many Cnetizens have shared that they excitedly told their parents, only to get a muted reaction — their parents said they'd already heard growing up that Qianlong was the son of the powerful Chen family from Zhejiang.
In Qiong Yao's My Fair Princess, the character Chen Zhihua is said to be the daughter born to Yongzheng's own biological daughter. People think that Yongzheng, then without a son, had a daughter born on the very same day as a son in the Chen family. His wife secretly swapped the baby girl for the Chen's baby boy and brought him back to the palace, and he later became Emperor Qianlong. This explains why Qianlong's nominal mother, Lady Niohuru, was so fond of Chen Zhihua. Upon meeting her, she insisted on arranging her marriage to the then-crown prince Yongqi. Lady Niohuru knew Zhihua was biological granddaughter of Yongzheng — meaning Zhihua carried enough noble Manchu blood. According to official historical records, Qianlong stayed with the Chen family during all seven of his Southern Tours — a highly unusual arrangement that now has a clear explanation: he was likely returning to pay respects to his biological ancestors.
This is Chen Gelao House in Haining nowadays:
The first paragraphy: The Chen family of Haining earned its reputation through the imperial examination system. With members — whether brothers, father and son, or uncles and nephews — repeatedly passing the exams, often in the same year, the family had already become influential in court circles by at least the mid-Qing Dynasty. Its fame, however, reached every household thanks to the popular belief that Qianlong himself was the son of Old Minister Chen of Haining.
But right now, the hottest topic taking over the discussion is still Dream of the Red Chamber. "So in Dream of the Red Chamber, the heroine Lin Daiyu represents the last Ming emperor Chongzhen, the hero Jia Baoyu symbolizes the imperial jade seal, the supporting female role Xue Baochai represents Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, and the supporting male role Jia Yucun represents Hong Chengchou... Everything suddenly fits together!" Cnetizens even came up with an improvised art: Lin Daiyu holding Baoyu in her hand and introducing, "I'm the Great Emperor, and this is my little jade seal." (cr 路过的农民x)
The server farm hums behind reinforced glass, and I can see three Tsumemon skittering across the racks like roaches when you flip on the kitchen light. My shoulder twitches. Not actually sore yet, but it will be once Kuro gets into it with them.
"Three visible," I mutter, scanning with my Digivice. The electromagnetic readings are a mess - office buildings always are, all that wiring in the walls and fluorescent lights - but there's definitely more than three signatures. "At least two more hiding. Maybe behind the HVAC unit?"
Kuro's already moving, low to the ground, claws clicking on linoleum. BlackAgumon aren't built for stealth exactly, but he's gotten good at it. Lots of practice. The JSDF pays twenty thousand yen per Tsumemon, a hundred thousand per Keramon, and this building's been losing data for three days. A less scrupulous person would let this problem go terminal for maximum payout. But I've got scruples to spare. Management finally shelled out for an exterminator.
That's us. We're the exterminator.
The Tsumemon in the server room haven't noticed us yet. They're focused on the cables, those horrible little claws working at the insulation, ingesting data through... I don't know. I never really thought about it too hard. One of them has already gotten fat - it's twice the size of the others, which means it's close to evolving. That's the one we need to deal with first.
Assuming my little fella doesn't have his own plans, of course.
I tap the key card against the reader. The door's fail-safe system is good - designed to seal automatically if there's a fire or manifestation event. It clicks open and Kuro flows through before I can even step forward.
The first two Tsumemon die fast. Kuro's claws are better than any attack he's got at this level - quick, efficient, no collateral damage. Their rubbery flesh goes first, and there's no blood, just flesh coming apart, and an inability for them to hold their form. They quickly turn into sludge, then into an ozone-smelling sort of wispy fog.
The big one, though. The big one sees us coming.
"Shit--"
By the time I'm finished cussing, a Keramon's hand has reached out from behind another row of servers. Already gripped the fat Tsumemon like a baseball and started to squeeze. The Tsumemon writhes, edges starting to fray, the digestion beginning before it's even hit the stomach. Then, peeking out from its little corner, the Keramon stares at me, jaw hanging open. It squeezes, and the fat Tsumemon bursts like an overripe tomato, splattering rubbery digiflesh across the computers.
"Yummy..." it gurgles, the air rumbling. "Bug..."
It opens its mouth and I feel the buildup in my teeth, that electric charge feeling you get right before a storm. The Digivice in my pocket goes haywire, sensors redlining. "Kuro, MOVE--"
"BLASTER!"
I've been hit through the link before. You never get used to it. It's not like normal pain - not like touching a hot stove or skinning your knee. It's wrong pain, pain that doesn't come from anywhere, pain that just suddenly is. Like someone's pressing on a nerve that doesn't exist in a body part you don't have. My shoulder doesn't hurt. The pain isn't... local. I feel it in a body I don't have.
Kuro staggers, snarling, and the Keramon is already laughing, gelatinous drool leaking out from between its muppet lips. "Let's play! Let's play!" it burbles, other hand reaching out to fumble and grope for another computer to suck data from.
He doesn't think. I feel it through the link, that spike of rage overriding tactics, and he breathes.
"KURO, DON'T--"
Too late. The attack shout's long been trained out of him, but that doesn't mean I can't recognize a Pepper Breath when I see one, a gout of flame that just doesn't work quite like a normal fire. It's a projectile, a tennis ball from a pitching machine and a loogie all at once, and it's going to set the fucking sprinklers off. I feel it in my throat, too, a sort of awful charring sensation like someone just made me vape Tabasco.
The fireball catches the Keramon dead center in its mouth. It shrieks, eyes going wide, and it swallows, before the rest of the Pepper Breath bursts out of the back of its head like a sniper round. Really burning, not just taking damage, actually on fire because Pepper Breath is real flame, produces real heat, ignites real materials, and Keramon are made of something flammable apparently.
The fire suppression system triggers immediately.
I have half a second to recognize the hiss of pressurized canisters before the room explodes into white dust. Some sort of powder that turns the air opaque and tastes like burnt metal. It coats everything: racks, floor, Kuro’s scales, and if I didn't keep my mouth shut it'd coat my tongue too, but I don't need that going in any important holes.
The Keramon is screaming now, that horrible chittering turned into a raw mechanical wail, because it’s on fire and covered in suppressant powder, and Kuro’s already on top of it. I’m running before I consciously decide to move, boots slipping on dust-slick linoleum, because a burning Digimon near live servers is how you end up with a five-million-yen insurance claim even if the fail-safes are supposed to prevent that.
The dust settles fast, drifting down like snow, leaving a chalky film on the racks. The servers will survive - one’s going to need a deep clean, maybe a drive swap - but the Keramon isn’t getting back up.
Kuro doesn’t need instruction. He’s already got claws hooked into that weird rubbery hide, and I feel the impact through the link but distant now, muted, because the burn in my shoulder is fading to a dull ache and the adrenaline is doing its job. I feel it under my fingernails as a faint pressure, the sensation of rending something that resists.
The Keramon tries to fire again. The light builds in its shredded mouth, that sickly yellow-green glow, but Kuro’s already inside its guard and his claws find something important. The light sputters out. Its eyes dim with the last remaining cackle wheezing out like a broken vinyl player.
It dissolves slower than the Tsumemon did. Bigger patterns take longer to collapse, I guess. I watch it fade to static, to nothing, and then it’s just me standing in a powder-covered server room hallway with a dust-greyed BlackAgumon, the suppressant system still hissing and an alarm starting to wail somewhere.
The fail-safe door is closed. That’s good. The servers are fine. That’s also good.
My shoulder hurts like someone stuck a fork in a socket that’s connected to my spine. That’s less good, but manageable.
“You okay?” I ask, which is stupid because I can feel that he’s okay, more or less. Shoulder’s going to bruise. Mine too, probably, or whatever the psychosomatic equivalent is.
Kuro shakes himself, sending little white clumps off his scales. “Got it.”
“You also nearly set the building on fire.”
“But I didn’t.”
“Because the suppression system works.”
“See? Planning.” He sounds entirely too pleased with himself, currently resembling a very small, very smug dinosaur who lost a fight with a cappuccino machine.
I want to argue but my shoulder hurts and I'm covered in chemical powder that's probably going to give me a rash and there are still two more Tsumemon somewhere in this building and I need to figure out how to explain this to building management in a way that doesn't get us banned from future contracts.
The Digivice beeps. Two more signatures, moving away from us now, probably spooked by the noise. They're heading toward the cubicle farm on the fourth floor.
"Come on," I say, kicking dust off my boots. "Let's finish this before they get into the workstations."
Kuro follows, leaving big clawed footprints across the linoleum. My shoulder throbs in time with his breathing. Somewhere in the walls, I can hear the remaining Tsumemon chittering to each other, that high-pitched whine they make that's just barely in the audible range.
Twenty thousand yen per roach. A hundred thousand for the Keramon. Minus whatever we're going to have to pay for triggering the fire suppression system and probably replacing whatever servers got coated in powder.
I really need to invest in a hazmat suit.
We find the last two in a supply closet, huddled behind boxes of printer paper. They don't even try to run. Kuro makes it quick.
The building manager meets us in the lobby, looking harassed. His eyes track from my dust-coated jacket to Kuro’s powder-whitened scales.
“Did you trigger the fire suppression?”
“Keramon happened mid-hunt,” I say, which is true. “Caught us by surprise. Had to respond with fire, which tripped the optical sensors.”
“The powder system,” he says flatly. “Do you know how much it costs to recharge those cylinders and clean the filters?”
“Less than it costs to replace a server farm that’s been eaten by Keramon?”
He doesn’t look happy but he transfers the bounty anyway. Two hundred thousand yen, minus forty thousand for the recharge and another ten for the rack that inhaled too much suppressant. The receipt prints out with that horrible dot-matrix screech and he hands it over like it personally offends him.
“If you come back,” he says, “try not to use fire attacks in the server room.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll mention it to Kuro.”
Kuro, currently trying to scrape caked-on powder off his claws with his teeth, looks utterly unrepentant.
Outside, the sky is grey and threatening rain. Kuro stops on the sidewalk to shake himself one more time, sending clumps of half-dried foam across the pavement. My shoulder still aches, that phantom nerve pain that'll probably last another hour or two, but it's fading. The adrenaline crash is hitting instead, leaving me tired and cold and vaguely nauseous and smelling like industrial chemicals.
A hundred fifty thousand yen. Split that with Kuro for his trouble - seventy five thousand each. Beats a desk job.
My phone buzzes. Text from the JSDF contractor: Office complex in Minato, possible Keramon nest, pays 500k if you can clear it before they hit infrastructure.
I look at Kuro. He looks at me. His shoulder is already bruising, dark purple-grey against the black scales.
"You up for another?" I ask.
He grins, showing way too many teeth. "Always."
My shoulder twitches. Not sore yet. But it will be.
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