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... someone was guarding the gate.

The two of them went around to the back courtyard and leaped one after another into the yard wall.

Once inside the pavilion, Leng Yu Yan asked, “There are guards outside, but why are there none inside?”

“It’s not a place of importance, having someone at the door is sufficient,” Ji Qingyu pointed at a room with a closed door, “Right here, this is where the costume changes usually happen.”

Leng Yu Yan quickened her pace and pushed the ...

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