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Mo Guhan waved his hand, and the servant bowed and left.

Yi Nanxuan walked in and placed the plate on the small table beside the desk. She stepped back and said, "Your Majesty."

"Yes." Mo Guhan nodded his head, his hands still moving.

He clenched his teeth, as if he had made up his mind to speak. However, his tone was light, as if he had inadvertently brought up the matter, "Your Majesty