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Feeling the gentle strength of Bei Baixi on her face, Yan Xiaoxi cried even harder. The position of the knife was at the critical point, so this time, he was probably in trouble.

What should he do?

If anything had happened to Bei Baixi, Yan Xiaoxi would never have forgiven herself.

The sound of galloping horses came into his ears. Bei Mengxi and her imperial bodyguards rushed over in a hurry