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... full moon. Fan Xian’s back was entirely drenched, chilling him despite it being a summer night. He sighed and patted his chest—there was still some residual fear—and complained to Haitang: “You guessed I was the… author. Then why didn’t you say something to me? That emperor of yours almost scared me to death.”
Haitang laughed. “It’s your fault for fooling everyone for so long.” She rolled her eyes. “Say, if it wasn’t about your identity as the author, what could His Majesty possibly sa ...
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