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Mo Hua was still sitting straight and unmoving. His cold and fierce eyes were slowly sweeping across Imperial Consort Qiong's, Imperial Consort Lan's, and Imperial Consort Hui's faces, as if he was trying to discern the truth of the matter.

The air seemed to be filled with an aura of death. Hong Yu's corpse was still lying there, blood flowing all over her face