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... that’s not right, plus Su Ran, so it should be three people, changed into ordinary people’s clothing and came off of the ship without a single servant along with them.

The docks had a seafaring ship docked there. Although the harbor in Cangzhou was a bit more simple and crude compared the newly constructed one in Tanggu, it still had a decent amount of lodging and eateries in the area.

That night, there were a lot of vendors of snacks open. Although many of them were located in cru ...

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