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Chu Zhongli, the king of the Yan vassal, entered the palace late at night.
Looking at the prince who was protected by the late emperor under the blood-stained dragon robe, he picked him up and left without saying a word.
Chu Xi looked at the menacing uncle in front of him.
Is this still the gentle, frail and warm uncle who took him to view the lanterns and walk around the busy city a few days ago?
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