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... nd the others learned that Zhi’er had gone out to find Prince Kang, the little one had already taken a carriage and stopped in front of an elegant brothel.

The coachman responsible for driving was pale with anxiety, lips trembling.

"Princess." He watched as Zhi’er jumped off the carriage with her small feet, making his heart tremble along with her.

The coachman anxiously asked, "Should I go in first, Your Highness, and ask which room the Prince is in?"

After all, ...

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