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Qin Yu returned to the room, and Jiaojiao asked Qin Yu what those two were discussing late at night—was it playing the guqin and confessing their love?
"They suit each other so well, they really match."
Jiaojiao muttered.
From outward appearances alone, the two of them indeed embodied the pinnacle of Wuque's male and female perfection—identity, strength, status, and virtue all aligned flawlessly.
Qin Yu agreed, but that wasn't the important point. What mattered was...
"What they were discussing was likely about tomorrow's disputes."
Qin Yu brushed back her long hair, gathered her thin robes, her gaze dark and deep.
"The people of Yun Yi are gone, naturally another group will come to handle the aftermath. But as for Lin Suo's matter... Yaoyang won't let it slide so easily."
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