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Leng Qiyue looked at the mysterious troop below him. These were not Bai Lan's men, he could not rush back in time.

"Empress, long time no see." A familiar voice sounded from behind him.

Leng Qiyue turned around, only to see a white clothed, elegant Leng Rubing. As usual, a smile hung on his face, and he casually stood behind her.

"Cold..." Leng Rubing? " Leng Qiyue's tongue was tied