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... both sides are injured before she takes advantage of the situation to get in!”

Zhao Ran was indeed smart. Even so, when she thought of this possibility, she could not help but feel a chill run down her spine.

Lin Mengya, however, shook her head as if she was not flustered by that.

But the Imperial Noble Consort and Zhao Ran, who were standing by the side, were feeling as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

“Don’t worry. Princess Tiancheng’s plan won’t pull off. I think ...

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