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"Wushang greets the princess, hmm … "Elder Ma." Mo Wushang saw the princess had already walked behind him and clasped her sword in salute.

Prince Consort Ma? Since she called him Prince Consort?

"Wushang …" Lin Ziya and Mo Wushang looked at each other for a long while before a wound flashed across their eyes as they watched her cold and expressionless face