An ancestral generation,
The rage in penetration,
The confusion was in the ration,
All of them were inside a nation.
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
He called his bodyguards from the other side and ordered them to circle around the woman. The loud footsteps bragged on the front of the hall, their armors were also clinking at each other. Fang Chen was standing there with dignity and pride.
The royal physician was checking the ministress's pulse and he breathed a sigh of relief as he felt that it was fine. The faint must have been from the traumatic shock she had suddenly perceived. The royal physician, the court lady, and the ministress on her lap were confined at the door of the Crescent Hall.
