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... at Chen Changsheng and declared, "It is already late. It is inconvenient even for Your Holiness to enter the palace."

He turned to Luoluo and said, "Your Highness must keep in mind the dignity of the White Emperor clan in your conduct."

Although these words were spoken indifferently, they had an incredible weight.

Luoluo looked at this elder that had spoiled her rotten as a child and suddenly found his face to be very unfamiliar.

Chen Changsheng knew of the Xiang clan le ...

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