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... involved in the investigation into the death of the mother of the third young master of the Five-Color Pavilion.

Naturally, as an Ancestral Empress, even with weak combat power, she was still an important expert and highly recognized by the imperial forces.

Her disappearance, along with a guard of about 300 experts, did not go unnoticed by anyone.

Still, even though everything pointed to Meilin, they simply found absolutely nothing about her, not even a single sign of he ...

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