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The quiet side hall was devoid of people. Ning Seventeen stood not too far away. Although his eyes were fixed on the blade, a hand was placed on his waist. His expression was cold and severe, like that of a leopard ready to strike.

"If you have something to say, just say it," Morong Lin and Xu Noble Consort said plainly, keeping their distance.

Sensing the emperor's estrangement