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... tained a posture of hugging his knees, resting his head softly on it, curled up into a small ball, and nestled in the corner of the wall.

He doesn't know what to do now, and he doesn't know where to go. The palace can't go back, and the prime minister's mansion doesn't want to go back.

The world is big, but he has no home.

"Yo, which little beauty is this? Why are you sitting here, don't you know this is the brother's territory?"

- A somewhat wretched voice sounded, a ...

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* Ping’an means peace

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