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At Qingya House, several brocaded young lords held dancing girls in their arms, reveling in wine and merrymaking.
The place was booked for the night; their group was the only party in the entire tavern.
The man seated at the head of the table was tall and robust, his body’s coiled muscles stretching the silk of his shirt tight. The wine jug in his hand seemed as tiny as a bottle of therapeutic elixir.
Yan Linghu, son of the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of J ...
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