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... f the window, however, his purpose had not yet been achieved, he had to continue to endure.
"Come, bring another pot of wine."
Unfortunately, another pot of wine would not be a mandarin duck-shaped wine pot anymore.
Nan Qi thought that when the new wine pot was delivered, He Zhiran would no longer have to hold on to the mandarin duck wine pot, and he would always find a chance to pour the poisoned wine into Mo Jiuye's cup.
Who knew that He Zhiran didn't play by th ...
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