Let him in. Zhu Cixiang put down his pen with a solemn expression. Before that, he was obviously copying the ancestral instructions of the Emperor Ming, but in fact he was thinking about something on his mind - during the morning meeting, his father's hint was obvious. He had to do something about the Military Intelligence Department....
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