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Murong Yue rushed into Gu Qingzi's room.

Looking at the defeated Emperor who was sitting on the wheelchair, he was shocked. He froze near the doorframe.

He didn't know if he should go in or what.

"Come in, why are you still standing at the door? Did you see someone today?"

Gu Qingzi didn't have much hope to begin with. After all, Seventh Prince was the type of person to do so