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At this moment, Qin Gaozhi was completely dumbfounded.
He stood frozen in place, his body rigid.
Like a little girl selling nuclear bombs who couldn't find her way home, Qin Gaozhi's eyes brimmed with tears, looking helplessly at the Duke of the State's Heir who lay on the ground, spitting blood, his life hanging by a thread.
Though he had just struck the Princely Heir out of an uncontrollable surge of emotion without understanding why, he had also promptly restrained himself.
The force of his attack on the Town-Nation Duke's Heir was so slight, it probably couldn't have killed a chicken, let alone caused such grave injuries to the Heir!
Initially, Qin Gaozhi suspected that Cheng Guang might be acting.
Yet even if it were an act, in Qin Gaozhi's view, there was no need for Cheng Guang, the esteemed Duke of the State's Heir, to harm himself so severely just to frame him.
