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... ighness, it’s me.”
The breathing behind her was heavy.
The sword, glinting with cold, was finally sheathed.
A hoarse and weak voice sounded, “Where is this?”
Qin Zheng turned around to see the Crown Prince standing weakly against the wall.
He held a sword in one hand and the other hand pressed against his chest.
Beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his originally pale face had a hint of abnormal flush.
Although it was inappropriate, loo ...
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