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... apital, in this May weather, moved at a leisurely pace.
In the ever-changing world of imperial authority, for ordinary citizens, it’s just the sun outside the window; you walk your path, I live my life.
However, the day after Marquis Xueyi returned to Beijing.
A piece of news burst forth like thunder.
“Prince Yun is still alive! He’s in Qingqiu!”
Two sentences, ten words, were like Thunder, rolling through the Desolate Capital, becoming the greatest shock ...
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