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Feng Xian finished his wine, stood up and jumped down. "You can go back now."

Changfeng rubbed his nose and pulled up his shirt. He heaved a sigh of relief. He was afraid that he would say something wrong and get beaten up. His Majesty was reluctant to make a move on the empress, but he was willing to make a move on himself.

At night, Ming You's eyebrows twitched