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... Xia Lin exchanged worried glances but did as he said.
The hooves grew louder, the rhythm steady and deliberate.
Zhao Yan’s face darkened, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his sword.
He took a defensive stance, his sharp gaze fixed on the direction of the approaching sound.
"Your Highness?" Xia Lin whispered, her voice trembling.
"Who... Who is it?"
Zhao Yan didn’t answer immediately, his mind racing.
If the ambush had been plann ...
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