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Little Seven was about to go down when he suddenly stopped. "She's not even my wife, why should I beat her up? Naturally, His Majesty should be the one to do it," he mumbled to himself.

Slapping his thigh, Little Seven "cleverly" turned to leave. When he was outside the gates, he roughly ordered the guards, "Watch this place well, even a fly shouldn't be allowed to escape!"

"Yes, sir!"

Meng Fuyao listened as Little Seven's voice drifted further and further away. Her mouth twitched slightly—there were still people in this world that were tired of living!

She arched her back and stretched lazily—given her strength combined with the recovery medicine from the Mongolian doctor, she had long recovered her original condition. Even if she wasn't in top condition due to her constant adjustment of her state, Little Seven's inferior doping medicine was not enough to knock her out. Even making her slightly dizzy was already an accomplishment.