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Beiming Yin snorted coldly and sat down at the table. He couldn't be bothered to care for her, he just thought that his princess consort was secretly colluding with Beiming Xiao. He felt as if his heart had been burnt by alcohol.

Pain, torture.

"Serve the wine." With a wave of his hand, everyone from the palace entered in a line. A tray with wine glasses was placed on the table.

An Xia frowned