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... to retort when a sharp voice cut through the air.
"Well, well, well... what do we have here?"
A nobleman, dressed in fine robes and a belly that suggested he enjoyed more than his fair share of feasts, strode toward them. His gaze flickered between Hua Jing and Zhao Yan, sharp with judgment.
His eyes settled on Hua Jing, and a look of utter disgust contorted his face.
"Seventh Consort," he spat, his tone dripping with disdain, "I thought you had some shame, but I ...
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