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Ye Qiu's eyes lit up. If he couldn't even see its movement track, he wouldn't be able to deduce the conspiracy of your lord. I, Ye Qiu, might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes. Mr. Zuo, please go back first. It is best to inform your stubborn old sect king in advance. Tomorrow morning, I will bring the second prince into the hall to negotiate with him....