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"Young master." "Young Prince." "Crown Prince." When the crowd saw Zhao Qingyan coming over, they all kneeled down and saluted.

It was already late at night when Zhao Qingyan hurried over. His clothes were messy, his hair was tied up in a bun, and a lot of his hair was hanging at his temples.

The raging inferno illuminated the sky as bright as day