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Tea smoke curled softly.
Zhu Guizhi sat cross-legged, her flowing purple skirt spreading like water over the cushion.
Their exchange had been ongoing for some time.
But Zhu Guizhi was in low spirits.
Her quiet visit to Ning Zhuo was primarily for intelligence gathering. However, after several rounds of conversation, she hadn’t gleaned any valuable information from Ning Zhuo’s mouth.
Zhu Guizhi had long planned her daughter Zhu Fenxiang’s marriage. Sh ...
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