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The shout was like a drinking stick. Morong Sheng felt like he was hit by a stick. His body swayed and he almost lost his balance.

It wasn't that he hadn't guessed Song Yue's identity, but that Consort Shu's presence was too low, and the entire palace had completely forgotten about her. He had truly never thought about it, and only thought of Song Yue as the daughter of a clan