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Translator: StarReader Editor: Elitecoder Zhuo Fan eyed him with doubt, though still trusted him. [A shrewd man in the grips of love will never claw his way out.]
Translator: StarReader Editor: Elitecoder In the back gardens of the Imperial Palace, fatty dismissed all his servants, except Fang Qiubai, as he walked with Zhuo Fan down a secluded path through the woods.
Translator: StarReader Editor: Elitecoder “We bow at the emperor’s coronation!”
Translator: StarReader Editor: Elitecoder A ten meter pavilion rested on a tall peak, with a cloud dancing around it. A youth in soft black clothes sat at the table, partaking in tea. Though his twisted smile ruined his good image, turning it sinister.
Translator: StarReader Editor: Elitecoder Next morning, Zhuo Fan took You Ming and Zhuge Changfeng to Prosperity Compound. With the emperor defeated, taking back its mansion in the imperial capital was easy for Luo clan.
Translator: StarReader Editor: Elitecoder [Dead?]
Translator: StarReader Editor: Elitecoder Cough~ With a violent coughing, emperor spat dark blood. His voice was faint, “Zhuo Fan, you’re a smart man and know that even when choosing a puppet, it has to have some value. Crown Prince is narrow-minded, it’s only a matter of time before he slips and throws everything into chaos. Ha-ha-ha…”
Translator: StarReader Editor: Elitecoder “Parish’s eyes can only see fate’s direction, not the details. I am fully aware of their shortcomings and there’s no way the stars would’ve revealed about me and Quanrong having a deal.”
