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It was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was thin and cold.
In the small courtyard, the quiet Ninth Prince, Zhao Xianyou, had already left.
An Le sat quietly on the small chair with a contemplative expression on his face, as if he was thinking about the Ninth Prince’s motive for looking for him. Was it really as simple as drinking?
Just as Qin Qianqiu had once tried to recruit him, An Le originally thought that this Ninth Prince would also ...
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