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The royal family? Already? Faces turned pale, guts shriveling faster than a eunuch in winter.
Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow. Prince? Wei Jun wants the star fragment? That wasn’t in the damn script. What’s next, Bai Yujian herself showing up to recite poetry and demand tea?
Not that it didn’t track. Zhu Qing had spilled all about the celestial star fragment. Star Qi—rare, potent, and hyped harder than a brothel with free drinks. It could forge weapons, make pills, or give ...
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