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... in the corridor, eagerly spreading gossip.

"Have you heard? Have you heard?"

"Yesterday, Young Master Wei quarreled with Governor Sun right after he came!"

"Really?!"

"How did it happen?!"

"Who won the argument?!"

The well-informed scribe saw that the others were so interested and started the story. Only when someone threatened to go to the judiciary office to find out what really happened did he finally talk, "At first, Young Master Wei was provok ...

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