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Soong Xijiao's words were like thunder, exploding in Hu Que's heart.

What would he think when he died?

What regrets would there be?

Could it be that there was nothing else other than Soong Xijiao?

No... He had heard that Yongzhou's osmanthus wine was very fragrant and mellow. He had always wanted to try it, but he had yet to find an opportunity