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Editor: Jaycee Compared to the empress who was eager to socialize at banquets, the emperor of Ye Tian Empire very rarely showed his face in front of people. The previous chapters of “Dumping Interstellar” had briefly touched on the background of this novel—Ye Tian Empire was originally the deserved overlord Read more…

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 The hung-over Zheng Xuan sat up straight and looked amazed, “Who?”   ”Wen Run.”   Zheng Xuan: “…Never heard of him, don’t want to.” After setting up studios successively from the movie emperor and queen, he had almost never brought up artist in the past half year, because he had a personal Read more…

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The dark wood-colored walls with black carpets, compared to the rather futuristic banquet hall, the corridor where the Duan Hengye and her male counterpart were now was a bit too depressing. After the female lead followed the attendant from the palace to change her clothes, Duan Hengye stood quietly by Read more…

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 The dinner was at 7pm the following day at Lan Hai Ting. Wen Run didn’t have a car, but took Agent Song’s car. Agent Song was in his thirties, wearing a well-fitted suit and silver-rimmed glasses. He smiled with great affinity, and they all called him “Brother Song”. Song Li Read more…