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... aking Yang Qing unable to return to his senses for a long time.
It was only when the sound of Qin An sheathing his sword rang out that Yang Qing awoke as if from a dream.
"This..." Yang Qing’s Adam’s apple moved, his voice dry, "Was all of this done by Mr. Qin alone?"
Qin An nodded slightly.
The many household officers felt a bone-chilling cold.
Yang Qing suddenly recalled Qin An’s earlier words.
Back then, Qin An said he was not good at political ...
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