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"Nonsense, what nonsense." Yan Zheng dropped the pen in his hand, so angry that his beard trembled.

He had wanted Imperial Concubine Yan to blow the wind by the side of the bed while he worked harder to have Yan Zhaoyue marry An Xia.

Without An Xia to do the right thing, their plan would have been successful.

However, now that things had developed to this point