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When Zhao Chengxuan was dragged out of the guest house by Chen Yan, he was still confused.

He just finished washing his face.

The hair is not tied up yet.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"Listen to the music."

Zhao Chengxuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Borthel?"

"Keep your voice down."

Chen Yan looked around.

"We are investigating the folk entertainment industry."

Zhao Chengxuan nodded immediately.

"Understood."

"I also often conduct inspections in Datong."

Chen Yan stopped.

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