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... thing? Weren’t you the one who always wanted to do something to me?” Qian Jiyun asked with a smile.

“You…”

That was all the old Emperor could say. In the end, he took a deep breath and glared at Qian Jiyun fiercely.

“Your Majesty, since we have nothing to do now, why don’t we settle our scores?”

Qian Jiyun saw that the old Emperor could not speak and approached him.

“Settle… Settle scores?”

The old Emperor took a step back and sat back in his chair ...

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