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There was no longer any possibility of returning the favor. Zhao Jingmei's face was deathly pale. How could she tell An Xin about this?

When Zhao Jingmei thought of her beautiful daughter serving the emperor, she felt extremely sad. After all, the emperor was at the age where he knew fate.

This was simply pushing his daughter into a pit of fire.

Thinking about An Shicheng's decisiveness