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... ellence Hall as he witnessed Hou Junji’s tragic end in a dead-end situation. His attention shifted towards the Eastern Palace, where an unexpected fire had erupted. While Hou Junji’s rebellion seemed connected to Li Chengqian, the blaze in the Eastern Palace left Li Er bewildered. Had their original plan been to ignite the Eastern Palace, exploiting the chaos to infiltrate it?

However, Li Er quickly dismissed this theory. In warfare, swiftness was paramount, especially during a rebellion ...

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