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... the ranks of the elite. Before midday, Capitán Abad visited me, accompanied by Teniente Triviño, and implored me to convene a meeting in the afternoon.

Left with no choice, I obliged.

The meeting was held in the large conference room on the first floor of the Casa Real, which soon turned into a den of bickering old men.

Not only were members of the Consejo present, but also the patriarchs of the principalia families, the local elites, and their sons, who served as office ...

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“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

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