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A year later.
Deep night.
Prince Wen Palace.
Yan Lie went to the post house to collect his mail and returned to the palace once more.
Nowadays, the palace was mostly deserted, as Xuanping had long entered the Death Realm for cultivation, with only Wushang and Yan Sisi occasionally appearing.
Then there were Su Yi and two state officials who frequently appeared to manage state affairs.
Generally speaking, Yan Lie would not usually see Xuan Mang, who often carried out Chen Qing's secret missions.
Returning to his courtyard, Yan Lie opened a letter sent by his mother.
Besides some everyday concerns, she inquired about what he had learned there, what arrangements Prince Wen had for him, and what he planned to teach him.
Yan Lie opened his palm, and a fiery Vermilion Bird flew up to rest on his shoulder.
