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... taking his afternoon nap, Lin Qingyu went to Ci’an Palace to visit the empress dowager. The empress dowager was admiring a poem copied by Jiang Xing, when she saw him coming inm she said with a smile, “Qingyu, come quickly and have a look. The emperor’s handwriting is so good, so full of vigor.”

Lin Qingyu glanced at it. Jiang Xing had obviously deliberately written it in a rounded, childish way. Only the empress dowager would find any sort of vigor in it. “Your Highness, since the empero ...

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This idea has been deeply rooted and sprouted in William’s mind!

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Who says an NPC upgrades more slowly than players?

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