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Late midnight at the Prime Minister Residence...
Bai Liang Su was still sat quietly in his study room.
The study room looks grand with many famous paintings and calligraphies hanging on its wall. Each of these painting and calligraphy was worth more than hundreds of thousands of gold coins.
However, Bai Liang Su did not have any mood to admire any his collection right now.
In his dim study room with only one lamp illuminating it, Bai Liang Su sat alone while keep staring coldly at the black brocade box in front of him. His expression was unpredictable as he was in deep thought and kept pondering about something.
"Yuan Qian…"Bai Liang Su's expression turned sinister with a hint of madness glinted in his eyes.
Today humiliation was still clear in his eyes. At first, before Mu Xuan Yin entered the Imperial Palace, Bai Liang Su still thinking that he still has a chance to grab.