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... were mourning.
Inside the Zhen Family’s grand ancestral hall, hundreds of immortal nobles gathered in bright robes.
There was laughter and wine.
Spiritual lanterns floated through the air.
But no one was smiling at the groom.
Li Qingmu stood in the center of the hall wearing a faded scholar’s robe that had been patched so many times it looked like a quilt.
He could feel the judgemental stares of the nobles stabbing him like knives.
"Is tha ...
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