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She gave him a gift and did her confession. Miss Qiao felt that she had completed an important mission and nodded in satisfaction. Afterwards, she let go and left the dumbstruck crown prince alone. She turned around and pattered away.

The two of them had just walked out of the Vassal Prince of Jianping’s front door. There were many pedestrians on the bustling street.

The little fellow’s confession was rather loud. 𝐟re𝐞w𝐞𝒃𝓃𝒐𝐯𝚎𝒍.c ...

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