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Huang Siqi lowered his head and trotted back in a hurry. Unfortunately, things didn't work out as he wished, and the cotton-like sound of plucking the strings became louder. When we arrived at the entrance of the Prince's Mansion, we could hear it coming from above our heads. She couldn't bear it anymore and glanced above her head. She couldn't help but open her mouth wide, and her chin almost fell to the ground.
A pale face grinned at her, showing a row of white teeth. This man was suspended in mid-air, holding a broken harp in his hand.
Huang Siqi just wanted to cry bitterly to this old acquaintance: "Please, your highness, please come to greet me like this in the middle of the night. It is an insult to the royal style. It is a small thing, but it is a big thing to scare people to death!"