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Zhao Fan's face was stained with blood, it was impossible to tell how he looked like. He paused for a moment, then got up from the crowd's support, and knelt down towards Old Emperor, "Your son, Zhao Fan, begs royal father to make the decision!"
Zhao Yi said: "Why are you going to Xie Heng's residence anyway?"
"Your son has only... "But ?"
Zhao Fan knelt in the middle of the hall
