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In the courtyard of Prince Rui's Mansion, the crimson lanterns hanging high in front of Fei Xia Pavilion swayed violently in the gale and downpour. The two large red "囍" characters on the door were blown off into the muddy ground and soon vanished in a torrent of rain.,The scar-faced man grinned cruelly and roughly tore open Li Qianzi's collar.,Quickly tidying up his clothes, Ling gave the man with the scar a look of disdain, and let out a sigh of relief in his heart. He was glad it wasn't **.。