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In the previous life, Xie Qingyan was only one step away from the throne. I originally thought I was going to watch my enemy ascend to the throne of God, but I didn't expect it. There was a man who single-handedly went on a killing spree in the imperial city, staining thousands of miles with blood. This life is full of twists and turns, far from being as simple as the previous life. In this wave of orange clouds, who is the chess player and who is the chess piece? The Night King who single-handedly destroyed the Imperial City? The cold and scheming abbot? Qinghuang, the master of both black and white? Ye Ming, the young master of the wolf clan? All this made Xie Qingyan dare not slack off. But nevertheless. The high-spirited and unruly heir apparent of the Mu family gently caressed Xie Qingyan's cheek, his low-spirited voice lingering in her ears, and chuckled: "And I, Xie Qingyan. Don't forget..."