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Not long after, Ming Jize rushed over. He had been on tenterhooks these past few days, afraid that some assassin would be unable to resist the torture method. Luckily, he moved faster last night and destroyed the word, otherwise he would really be hurt badly by that weakling.

"Greetings, Imperial Mother." Ming Jize bowed.

"Ze'er, come here." The Queen reached out to him and pulled him to a seat