
Palace Fighting System: I Eavesdrop on People's Voices in the Harem
宫斗系统:我在后宫偷听心声
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- Ongoing
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- 46k Words
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- Ancient Romance
- Audience
- Female
- Subgenre
- Palace & Household Intrigue
- Updated
- 2y ago
- Source
- Qidian
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