In Qing Kingdom's capital, a palace coup three years prior had resulted in the deaths of numerous palace elites, paradoxically simplifying palace relationships and lending an air of solemn directness. The Empress was dead, and the Emperor showed no inclination to appoint a successor. The Empress Dowager was gone, and no longer did an old woman sit in a position of power, scrutinizing the concubines. Noble Consort Shu indifferently accepted the death of her biological son, merely observing a vegetarian diet and praying to the heavens in her desolate palace. The Emperor's decision not to confine her to the Cold Palace was considered an act of extraordinary benevolence.

Currently, the most influential women in the palace were undoubtedly Consort Yi, the mother of the Third Prince, and Consort Ning, the mother of the First Prince. Both had been harmed during the coup, and their shared experience of bloodshed had forged a bond. They cooperated in managing palace affairs, creating an atmosphere of remarkable harmony.

As for the succession, which could greatly influence the palace atmosphere, it was unlikely to cause any significant issues at present. Although the Emperor had not yet named a new Crown Prince, it was evident to all that the prince most likely to inherit the throne of Qing Kingdom was the Third Prince, Li Chengping.

While the Third Prince was still young, only thirteen or fourteen years old, the only two "elder brothers" who could potentially threaten his position posed no real danger. It was widely known that the First Prince harbored no ambitions for the throne, and his half-Eastern Barbarian slave ancestry presented a natural obstacle to his succession.

Another potential competitor was, of course, Fan Xian. However, Lord Fan was merely an illegitimate son, and furthermore, he was the Third Prince's tutor. Most importantly, his actions over the years indicated that he had no interest in that particular chair.

Of course, whether Fan Xian truly lacked interest in the throne, in the eyes of the ministers and palace concubines, remained a question worth pondering. But at least for the moment, the Third Prince's path was bright, his support was substantial, and the future trajectory of Qing Kingdom was clear. Therefore, the atmosphere in the palace was good, with unity meetings held daily, and everyone exuding a spirit of striving for progress.

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Fan Xian traveled with haste, arriving back in the capital at dusk. After entering the deep palace, it became completely dark. He sat in the Imperial Study, patting his rumbling stomach and frowning. He thought he should have grabbed some *jietang* buns from Xin Feng Pavilion before entering the palace.

This was merely a pleasant thought. He bore a heavy responsibility from the Emperor and, having returned to the capital to report on his mission, dared not linger outside the palace. Just as he was inwardly annoyed, he suddenly saw two eunuchs entering the Imperial Study carrying a food box.

The Emperor was presumably having his evening meal in some palace chamber, and even if the inner court notified him that Fan Xian had returned to the capital, he would not be able to come immediately. Fan Xian stared blankly at the contents of the food box, smiled, and said, "Did you know I hadn't eaten?"

Eunuch Yao usually attended the Emperor. The head eunuch on duty outside the Imperial Study today was an old acquaintance of Fan Xian, none other than Eunuch Dai, who had rendered great service during the palace coup.

Eunuch Dai beamed at Fan Xian and said, "Little Lord is anxious about state affairs and must have missed his meal. Have some refreshments to tide you over. Even if His Majesty wanted to reward you with a bowl of caviar rice right now, it might be too late."

Fan Xian did not stand on ceremony and began to attack the contents of the food box. As a subject, sitting in the Imperial Study before the Emperor's arrival was already a capital offense, and eating in the Imperial Study without imperial permission was even more disrespectful. However, he had long received special dispensation, so he sat comfortably and ate without worry.

Eunuch Dai smiled to himself, thinking that Lord Fan was, after all, no ordinary subject. Then, recalling the widely discussed events across the land, Eunuch Dai's heart warmed. Lord Fan had performed an immortal service for Qing Kingdom, and he wondered how the Emperor would reward him. The reason the head eunuch was so excited was that he knew the majority of his future lay in the Emperor's hands, and a small portion was entirely linked to Lord Fan.

He had enjoyed a smooth career in the palace until Fan Xian appeared. Then he began to experience misfortune, followed by a resurgence. Because of his great contribution during the Kyoto rebellion, he had now become a deputy head eunuch, his status even more exalted than when he had served in Noble Consort Shu's palace.

Eunuch Dai occasionally shuddered to think what would have happened if he had remained serving in Noble Consort Shu's palace. He would probably be a resident of the Cold Palace by now, or even already dead. Thinking of this, he furtively glanced backward. The young eunuch now following him had once been a popular figure in the Imperial Study, but after serving a master in the Eastern Palace, although he had not committed any offense, his position had plummeted.

Fan Xian put down his chopsticks, exchanged a few warm words with Eunuch Dai, and then slowly turned his gaze to the rear, looking at the young eunuch whose composure had deepened, but whose acne was still clearly visible. He calmly said, "I didn't expect you to still be alive. It's somewhat beyond my expectations."

Hong Zhu bowed respectfully to Fan Xian and replied, "Reporting to Little Lord, this servant is blessed by His Majesty's grace and was released from the Cold Palace last year."

"Remember to serve His Majesty diligently in the future," Fan Xian said indifferently and then stopped speaking.

Eunuch Dai noticed that his mood was somewhat low and offered a few perfunctory compliments before leading Hong Zhu out of the Imperial Study. He thought to himself that there had always been rumors in the palace that Little Hong and Lord Fan did not see eye to eye. Back then, it was Lord Fan who had kicked this young fellow to the Eastern Palace. Today, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

He chuckled inwardly, thinking that even with Eunuch Hong's protection, Hong Zhu had been no match for Lord Fan's long arm reaching from outside the palace. Now that Old Eunuch Hong was dead, Hong Zhu's position in the palace was precarious.

Eunuch Dai completely failed to notice that as he left the Imperial Study, Fan Xian and Hong Zhu exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying concern for each other, and then they nodded slightly, in a way that was difficult for others to perceive.

The Imperial Study was quiet. Fan Xian silently sorted through the thoughts in his mind. Hong Zhu's release from the Cold Palace was a matter of course. The boy had always been liked by the palace nobles. On the surface, Hong Zhu had been completely unaware of the rebellion, so his reinstatement was only natural. Of course, Fan Xian had also gone to great lengths in this matter, putting in some effort for Hong Zhu.

As for the entanglements of the past three years, Fan Xian no longer dwelt on them. At the very least, the young eunuch had helped him too much. In terms of affection, he was always the one who owed the other, not the other way around.

Just as he was thinking this, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the Imperial Study, and faint lamplight shone through the glass windows, illuminating the darkness and drifting toward him.

Fan Xian quickly retracted his stretching arms and stood up to greet the Emperor.

The door of the Imperial Study was pushed open, and the Emperor of Qing Kingdom strode in, wearing a bright yellow single garment. His slightly gaunt face was calm, and only the white hair at his temples revealed his true age and the mental energy he had expended over the years.

The attending eunuchs did not enter. Eunuch Yao cleverly closed the door of the Imperial Study tightly from behind, leaving only the Emperor and Fan Xian inside.

The Emperor sat comfortably on the soft couch, rubbing his knees with his hands, his eyes fixed on Fan Xian. Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

Fan Xian was confused by the laughter and stood awkwardly on the spot.

The Emperor shook his head and said, "You are very good."

If he was very good, why was he shaking his head? Fan Xian smiled wryly, took out the confidential report box prepared by the courtyard staff, and placed it on the low table in front of the soft couch.

The Emperor opened the box and examined it carefully. The box contained the preliminary results of the negotiations between Southern Qing and Eastern Barbarian City, as well as the Supervisory Council's analysis of Eastern Barbarian City's bottom line, and detailed information on the territory map and population and financial distribution submitted by Eastern Barbarian City.

The matter of Eastern Barbarian City had already shocked the world. The negotiating delegation, including Fan Xian himself, had maintained daily communication with the Kyoto Imperial Palace, sharing the details of the negotiations. The Emperor was very clear about the details, but after all, the two places were far apart. To grasp the first-hand situation, Fan Xian needed to return to the capital and give a face-to-face report.

The Emperor slowly put down the documents in his hand, stood up, walked to a wall in the Imperial Study, and pulled open the curtain hanging on the wall.

Behind the curtain was a large map of the entire world, clearly depicting each county and route, and even the coastlines to the east and south were drawn in great detail. This map included not only the territory of Qing Kingdom, but also the lands of Northern Qi and Eastern Barbarian City.

The first time Fan Xian had truly entered the Imperial Study for a meeting, sitting with the ministers and grand scholars, he had seen this map and knew the Qing court's immense enthusiasm for expanding its borders. However, at that time, the Emperor had been surrounded by three princes, but now two were gone.

The Emperor's steady hand moved across the map. Although the light in the Imperial Study was bright, it was not like the shadowless lamp in a surgery room. Wherever his hand moved on the map, that area became shaded, like a black arrow containing countless powers, representing hundreds of thousands of troops, full of murderous intent.

The hand fell on Eastern Barbarian City and the surrounding fiefdoms, gently patting them. The Emperor did not turn his head but said calmly, "Without spending a single soldier, I will possess this place. Fan Xian, tell me, how should I reward you?"

"The negotiations have not yet ended, there are still disputes within the Sword Hovel, and those fiefdom kings may still defect. Most importantly, the matter of garrisoning troops is uncertain whether it will cause a backlash from Eastern Barbarian City in the future."

Fan Xian replied with a smile. He could see that although the Emperor looked calm at this time, the joy in his heart could not be concealed. This emperor, who was single-mindedly trying to unify the world and establish an immortal legacy, had spent decades finally eliminating the two major opponents, Ku He and Si Gu Jian, and had taken the first step on a long journey. That kind of joy could not be faked.

"How is Si Gu Jian?" The Emperor turned around, smiled, and did not continue to mention the matter of rewards, but instead asked about the thing he cared about most.

"Completely paralyzed, he will undoubtedly die within three months," Fan Xian replied quickly, without any hesitation.

The Emperor pondered for a moment and then sighed softly, "He is about to die, but I really admire this sword fanatic. He took a blow from Uncle Liu Yun's 'Scattering Hand' and was punched by me, yet he can still live for so long. This man's physical strength is indeed the strongest among us."

This naturally excluded Wu Zhu.

Fan Xian's eyes flickered slightly, and he said softly, "It is fortunate that Si Gu Jian did not die. Only he can suppress the strong men in the Sword Hovel. If he had not nodded, these negotiations would not have been successful."

The Emperor smiled and said nothing. He had always been unable to understand this son of his. Was he saying good things for Si Gu Jian? What was the point of saying good things for a dying Grandmaster?

Fan Xian thought for a while and then said, "In my opinion, these negotiations will probably last until next year. By then, Si Gu Jian will have already died, but since he has set the tone and spread it throughout the land, the disciples in the Sword Hovel will probably not dare to disobey."

"Will Wang Shisanlang take over as the master of the Sword Hovel?" The Emperor suddenly asked. As far as this emperor was concerned, he did not care about the private relationship between Fan Xian and Wang Shisanlang. What he cared about was that to truly control the territory of Eastern Barbarian City in the future, the master of the Sword Hovel must be someone who could be controlled.

And the young apprentice of the Sword Hovel named Wang Shisanlang had extremely deep ties with Southern Qing. Regardless of his abilities, he was first and foremost someone who could be controlled.

Fan Xian's heart tightened, and his mind raced. He said, "The opening ceremony has been postponed for a month, and no one has said anything. But I have not yet found out who Si Gu Jian is planning to hand over the Sword Hovel to."

"No need to inquire." The Emperor's face darkened. "If Eastern Barbarian City sincerely surrenders, the master of the Sword Hovel must be appointed by me. No matter who Si Gu Jian chooses, if I don't nod and stamp my seal, it will not be valid."

Fan Xian's lips twisted slightly. He had originally been worried that Si Gu Jian would forcibly reveal Shadow's identity, making him the second-generation master of the Sword Hovel. Now it seemed that he should be worried about other issues. The Emperor's approach was somewhat like the way he had appointed lama leaders in the past.

However, on closer reflection, it made sense. Even if Qing Kingdom sent officials and troops to Eastern Barbarian City in the future, the residents of Eastern Barbarian City would still consider the disciples of the Sword Hovel to be in charge. This point should also be written into the agreement between the two countries. Qing Kingdom would not make major changes to the structure of Eastern Barbarian City within fifty years.

If Qing Kingdom did not even have the nominal power of appointment and removal, what kind of surrender would Eastern Barbarian City be?

"I will make this clear to them after I return to Eastern Barbarian City," Fan Xian replied directly, without giving it much thought.

"As long as the Sword Hovel bows its head, there is no need to consider the other small countries and business houses," the Emperor said, squinting his eyes. "If Si Gu Jian is smart enough, he will not create any more trouble before he dies. If he is really an idiot, I will naturally give him a profound lesson."

When the Son of Heaven is angry, the world bleeds. The lesson that the Qing Emperor was talking about was, of course, launching a military campaign and forcibly conquering Eastern Barbarian City by force.

Fan Xian did not take up this topic and asked directly, "If the Sword Hovel is settled, what about the City Lord's Mansion?"

"Wasn't the person in the City Lord's Mansion killed by Si Gu Jian?" The Emperor stood next to the map and suddenly gave Fan Xian a deep look. "Actually, not only I am surprised, but all the civil and military officials are also a little shocked in their joy. An Zhi, Si Gu Jian, that old thing, seems to have a special liking for you. I didn't expect him to really suppress his madness and agree to your request."

Before leaving for Eastern Barbarian City, Fan Xian and the Emperor had argued for a long time in the palace, because in the Emperor's view, even if Si Gu Jian died, he would not allow the Eastern Barbarian City, which he had protected with his sword for many years, to surrender to Southern Qing without firing a shot or deploying a soldier. Fan Xian insisted on his own opinion and spent a long time convincing the Qing Emperor to let him try.

The problem was that he actually succeeded on the first try! This fact made the Qing Kingdom's civil and military officials extremely happy, and it made the Emperor feel greatly pleased and even a little uneasy, because this illegitimate son of his had really given the world too many surprises.

The Emperor's gaze contained suspicion and conjecture, but Fan Xian seemed not to feel anything. He smiled wryly and said directly, "I dare not take credit. If it were not for the strength of our Great Qing, and Si Gu Jian thinking that after his death, Eastern Barbarian City would only have two paths, surrender or destruction, he would definitely not bow his head and submit to our Great Qing."

This was indeed true. Any diplomatic negotiation is based on the foundation of strength. The overall situation in the world is now beginning to become clear. Northern Qi may have the power to contend with Southern Qing for many years, but Eastern Barbarian City is based on commerce and its territory is not stable at all, like duckweed in the water, like light clouds in the sky. As long as a strong wind blows, it will be a scene of duckweed scattered and clouds dispersed.

Under the pressure of Southern Qing's powerful national strength and military force, Eastern Barbarian City did not have many choices. Fan Xian's success this time should actually be attributed to the success of the Qing Emperor, because under his rule, there was an extremely powerful empire.

Fan Xian suddenly took a deep breath and said, "As you know, my mother came from Eastern Barbarian City back then, and Si Gu Jian always has some affection for me."

He knew that he could not hide this from the Emperor and did not want to hide it, so he simply said it directly. Sure enough, the Emperor was obviously very clear about Ye Qingmei's past in Eastern Barbarian City. After hearing this, he just smiled slightly and said, "Indeed. What requirements does Si Gu Jian have for you?"

Fan Xian raised his head and said seriously, "He hopes that Eastern Barbarian City under the rule of Great Qing will still be the Eastern Barbarian City it is today."

"I agree," the Emperor waved his hand decisively. Without waiting for Fan Xian to say anything, he said directly, "What I want from Eastern Barbarian City is the Eastern Barbarian City it is today. What use would I have for it if it turned into Jiangnan's lookalike?"

Fan Xian was extremely shocked. The problem that he was most worried about, the problem that Si Gu Jian was most worried about, was not a problem at all in the Emperor's mind. What the Emperor wanted was the current Eastern Barbarian City, the Eastern Barbarian City that carried out large-scale overseas trade and had a faint flavor of merchant autonomy.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian could not help but feel infinite admiration for the Emperor. Only an emperor with extremely far-sighted vision could tolerate such a situation. Perhaps the Emperor's aspirations and vision were broader than he had imagined...

Immediately afterward, the Emperor discussed with Fan Xian the details of incorporating Eastern Barbarian City into the map, as well as the major problems that might arise and the related countermeasures. The night was getting deeper, but the lights in the Imperial Study were still as bright as ever.

The map of the world gradually changed its appearance in the consultation between these two men.

After a long time, the Emperor rubbed his tired eyes and turned back to look at the map again. The map of the world had changed, but this map had not yet changed. The Emperor said softly, "We have to make a new map tomorrow."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty," Fan Xian said with a smile.

The Emperor finally smiled at this time, and his hand suddenly slapped heavily on the top of the map. That large piece of foreign land painted in blue, the bright yellow clothes seemed to carry an unstoppable sense of perseverance.

"The world only has this piece left."

Fan Xian's heart contracted violently.

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The Emperor raised the previous question for the second time: "An Zhi, tell me, how should I reward you?"

There are many examples in history of people who were highly meritorious but died a tragic death. And the reason these examples were unlucky was often because of this sentence, because their merits were too great, and they had already received too many rewards, so that there was nothing left to reward. It was impossible for the person on the dragon throne to give half of the chair to those examples to sit on, so the examples invariably ran towards the road of dying.

Occasionally, there were examples who jumped out and successfully rebelled, but those were, after all, a minority.

Hearing this question, Fan Xian did not feel any fear or trepidation, but just frowned and fell into contemplation. Because his merits this time were not great. According to his previous self-description, the surrender of Eastern Barbarian City was ultimately due to the strength of Qing Kingdom. He was just a guide, an excuse, an excuse used by Si Gu Jian to convince himself.

As for being highly meritorious and overshadowing the master? Forget it. The Emperor's self-confidence and narcissism were the first in history. He had never worried in his life that any minister or son could run ahead of him. A powerful emperor would have sufficient tolerance for the people under the dragon chair.

But Fan Xian did indeed have the third problem of the examples, which was the problem of nothing left to reward. He was now already a First-Class Duke, possessing the two great treasuries of the Imperial Treasury and the Supervisory Council, and the power in his hands accounted for a full third of the world. What else could the Emperor reward him with? Was he really going to be conferred the title of king, as those in the mission secretly speculated?

But he could not not ask for a reward. The whole world was watching Kyoto. If Fan Xian made the first contribution but did not receive a decent reward, the ministers would probably feel disheartened towards the Emperor.

After a long time, Fan Xian suddenly smiled bitterly, looked at the Emperor next to the map, scratched his head, and said self-deprecatingly, "Otherwise... just confer Eastern Barbarian City to your humble servant?"

This was, of course, a joke, a huge joke. Conferred as a king would at most be a Duke with leisure and title, but to really divide Eastern Barbarian City, that would be splitting the territory and conferring a feudal lord!

The Emperor also smiled, but his smile was not as interesting as Fan Xian had imagined, but rather had an inexplicable hint of ridicule: "It seems that Si Gu Jian really wants you to be that city lord, as he said on Great Dong Mountain."

Fan Xian's heart turned cold, and he replied with a wry smile: "Anyway, that city lord doesn't manage anything."

"Change it." The Emperor was too lazy to take up his words, sat down, took a cup of warm tea, and sipped it slowly, saying directly.

Fan Xian stood in front of the Emperor, scratching his head for a long time, and said tentatively: "But Eastern Barbarian City always needs someone to manage it, why not... let a prince be the city lord?"

In Qing Kingdom today, there was only the First Prince, who had Eastern Barbarian blood, noble status, and if he was to win the hearts of the Eastern Barbarian soldiers and civilians, it would indeed be an excellent move for the First Prince to be the city lord of Eastern Barbarian City.

"This matter... will be discussed later." The Emperor frowned, obviously a little tempted by Fan Xian's proposal, but more of it was... not at ease.

"I am not entering the Ministry of Internal Affairs," Fan Xian suddenly muttered, "Staying with those old men all day long, it's suffocating."

The Emperor laughed and said: "Isn't Lord He also in the Ministry of Internal Affairs now? He is also a young man."

These words were just talk. Of course, the Emperor would not let Fan Xian give up the power of the Supervisory Council and enter the Ministry of Internal Affairs, breaking his arrangements for the future of Qing Kingdom. Just hearing these words from the Emperor, the face of that hateful minister who guarded Ruo Ruo outside Danbo Medical Clinic every day immediately appeared in Fan Xian's mind. He sneered and said: "If Your Majesty really wants to reward your humble servant with something, I would like to ask Your Majesty to bestow two imperial edicts."

Fan Xian and the Emperor had been in a cold war for more than half a year regarding the matter of arranged marriage. As soon as Fan Xian opened his mouth at this time, the Emperor knew what he wanted to say and thought to himself, you dare to ask for favor by relying on your merits? His face turned ugly.

"One imperial edict for Ruo Ruo, one imperial edict for Rou Jia," Fan Xian said in a low voice: "Please Your Majesty allow them to choose their own husbands."

The Emperor looked at him coldly and after a long silence, suddenly said: "The matter of Rou Jia, I approve! But I will not allow your sister's marriage!"

Fan Xian pretended to be furious, but his heart was calm. He knew that the Emperor had always refused to budge on this matter, because the other party wanted to use this matter to completely suppress him. Unless he relented and used the affection between father and son and the meaning between ruler and minister to beg the other party, the other party would not give up.

This was a gamble, and not just a gamble. What the Emperor wanted was to completely control Fan Xian and make Fan Xian completely bow his head in front of him. Because the Emperor had always felt very clearly that this son of his was different from other sons and had too many traces of his mother.

The dead sons were extremely respectful to him on the surface, but secretly they were thinking about some things that were worse than pigs and dogs. And An Zhi revealed a hint of unwillingness to be honest from the bottom of his bones. Although the Emperor appreciated Fan Xian's "sincerity", he wanted to turn this sincerity into "absolute loyalty."

"There is no need to say anything more about this matter," the Emperor stared at Fan Xian with a cold face and suddenly thought of something, smiling slightly: "Just the one imperial edict for Rou Jia is a bit unreasonable to reward you for today's merits. But... I remember, you are still just the Deputy Commissioner of the Supervisory Council?"

Fan Xian's heart moved, knowing that the main event was coming, but his face was confused.

"Anyway, that old dog Chen Pingping doesn't manage things. You will directly take over as the Director of the Supervisory Council and let that old fellow have a good rest." The Emperor looked at him with a slight mockery and said: "In my early twenties, I am letting you serve as the Director of the Supervisory Council, which can be considered a great favor. Why don't you hurry up and thank me?"

Fan Xian was indeed just the Deputy Commissioner of the Supervisory Council, but for so many years, under Chen Pingping's deliberate cultivation and delegation of power, he had already taken control of the entire Supervisory Council. What difference was there from the Director? The Emperor was actually using such a matter-of-course promotion at this time to get rid of the merits he had made in Eastern Barbarian City and block his idea of breaking the marriage. It was really a bit ungrateful.

Fan Xian's lips twitched twice, seeming to be annoyed and wanting to say something disrespectful, but in the end, he suppressed his emotions, gave a perfunctory salute, thanked him, and left the palace. The Emperor smiled in the Imperial Study, not taking offense at his son's rudeness.

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That night, Fan Xian returned to his mansion and did not immediately do the second thing, because through the conversation in the Imperial Study, his mood had become relaxed. At least that seemingly omnipotent Emperor could not grasp the subtle movements of the entire world, and he had won another battle in the struggle of temperament and personality.

Sitting by the bed, soaking his feet in scalding hot water, slightly relieved his fatigue and exhaustion. Lin Wan'er, her face full of fatigue, leaned on his shoulder and said: "You came back and didn't even say a word. The family didn't prepare anything, the servants are all asleep, and you refuse to wake them up."

"I'll rest for a few days, and I still have to go to Eastern Barbarian City to preside over things," Fan Xian gently held his wife's hand, smiling and said: "Too busy, there's no way."

"You don't even know who gave you this name," Lin Wan'er yawned. She was obviously a woman who had given birth to a child, but her face still had an indelible childishness, especially her round cheeks, which made Fan Xian very happy.

He gently pinched his wife's cheeks, smiling and said: "Besides that person, who would give such a tasteless name."

"Why are you in such high spirits today?" Lin Wan'er suddenly said ouch.

Fan Xian said triumphantly: "I asked for a good official today, tomorrow this master will go out of the city to enter the garden and drive people away!"

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(Did anyone watch Happy Camp yesterday? Do you think it's very normal for a middle-aged lecherous man like me to like Ariel Lin? Hahahaha, one of the greatest wishes in this life is to personally pinch the fleshy flesh on Ariel Lin's cheeks...

Finally, a serious sentence, brothers and sisters, the monthly ticket has been entangled, but today it suddenly dropped by two hundred votes, which is very tense. I sincerely bow and ask everyone to support the monthly ticket, thank you very much.)