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... owager glanced at Hui Xian, then withdrew her gaze.

Only when she saw the two children crying so desperately did her heart also ache with sorrow.

She softened her tone and said.

"Come, you can rest with your Grand Empress Dowager for a while."

"Yes."

The sobbing sound was especially ethereal in the main hall.

If you looked closely.

In the whole room, besides the two children, it seemed no one else was grieving for the Prince Consort.

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