Having said that, he turned and left.
Yan Linghu was stunned.
In his life, this was the first time he heard words of praise from his father.
He weighed the money bag, shook his head, and murmured softly, "I didn't expect Chen Mo to have such guts. It's not enough that he hit the heir last time; now he's developed a murderous intent... Well, you can't blame me for this; if the heavens wish someone dead, they first make them mad..."
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Imperial Palace, Qianji Palace.
All the windows and doors of the entire sleeping quarters were sealed shut, with only a copper candleholder on the tea table. By the dim candlelight, one could barely make out the surroundings.
