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Yan Xiaoxi smiled lightly. She was not flustered by Dong Youjie's questioning. She actually wasn't confident, but she couldn't show it in front of him. Otherwise, she would lose by a few points before the battle. In the end, there was no chance of victory.

"The Consort's Grand Ceremony can be held as usual." This was Yan Xiaoxi's bargaining chip.

Dong Youjie smiled charmingly