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Apart from the information he gleaned from the Great Qin Dynasty, Chu Xuan also learned some secret information about the Great Qian Dynasty.

For example, the backer and supporter of the Great Qian Dynasty was the Great Qian Palace of the Central Region.

This secret information was obtained from the Great Qian Emperor and Prime Minister Liu Pingfeng when they talked about their preparations to welcome the Great Qian Palace to the Southern Region.

Chu Xuan did not k ...

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