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Hundreds of archers nocked their bows and aimed at the flying lanterns one by one. In an instant, arrows rained down like rain as countless streaks of cold light shot out towards those who wanted to escape from the palace.

A few of the noble sons and daughters were scared to the point of losing their color. They jumped up and down as they shouted:

"Zhao, Zhao Fan

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