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... ee thousand strands of black hair were disheveled in the wind. Consort Ya no longer possessed that graceful demeanor, with sarcasm evident at the corner of her lips, plainly displayed for all to see.
Emperor Zi Yue clenched his fists tightly, a furious expression on his aged face. He lifted his hand and viciously slapped Ji Ru Ya across the face, the sound of the slap ringing out clear and crisp.
Ji Ru Ya’s face twisted to one side, strands of her hair falling down and sticking t ...
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