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Jing Zhuozhuo looked at Jing Qing'er with an icy expression.

Jing Qing'er had never seen Jing Zhuozhuo like this before. The cold glint in her eyes was like that of an Asura from hell. Jing Qing'er couldn't help but take a step back and fall into Concubine Qiu's embrace.

With Concubine Qiu behind her, Jing Qing'er's spirits rose again. She turned around and held Concubine Qiu's hand