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Wen Jiu leaned on the green vine, Xie Heng's warm breath slowly assaulted his face, and he quietly retracted his hand under his sleeve.

Sweat gradually seeped out from her forehead. The moment she opened her mouth, her voice softened as well. "I-I'm not in a good condition, alright?"

After all, the entire Capital of West Chu knew that Eighth Princess was a muddled medicinal jar

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