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... e was cold, but it carried an indescribable aura of majesty.
Simply hearing his voice made one want to bow down at his feet.
So, who was it?
Everyone’s eyes turned toward the door, including Jiang Peihuan’s. She couldn’t help but feel that the voice was somehow familiar.
A quaint carriage slowly entered. This was the General’s Mansion. Even Zhao Fuqing, the Prince of Huainan, had to dismount from his sedan chair at the entrance and walk in.
Yet, this man had th ...
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