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"Your Highness must be joking right? I'm just a lowly slave servant, what kind of goal can I have for Eldest Miss?"

There was something wrong with Nan Zhijun's heart, but even though she said that, Murong Jue still didn't want to believe her.

As the night grew darker, Nan Zhijun only felt a slight chill in the autumn wind.

Seeing this, Murong Jue didn't say a word