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... ed at Lao Jia in confusion, wondering why Zheng Qingtian was suddenly hosting a banquet.

Could it be that he had accumulated so much illicit wealth that he wanted to squander it?

“Under the guise of a banquet, he is taking advantage of the chaos to divide the spoils. The invited scholars serve as mere cover.”

Lao Jia took a deep breath.

“Zheng Qingtian has already corrupted almost the entire Jiangnan officialdom!”

“From my investigation, only two officials ...

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