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Ming Jiling only felt a "hum" in his head, and stopped caring about the people kneeling down, walked straight over, and picked up the letter in Ah Fu's hands and opened it to read.

The handwriting was delicate and delicate, and he couldn't be more familiar with it.

The first few are the names of some food, and the last one is...

There were only a few words: The prince is dead, you did well