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The two assassins suspected of attempting to assassinate the Emperor are being whipped and punished.
Feng Fuce sat on a nearby chair, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.
His articulated hands supported his brow bone, wearing an expression of indifferent displeasure.
Chu Ping passed by several times.
Finally, he walked over to Feng Fuce’s side: "Marquis, you seem to be in a bad mood lately. How about after today’s duties, I take you to Zhe Li Garden to listen to so ...
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