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... ng Zhao's face.
Her flawless skin shimmered with a cold light, mirroring her icy expression at this moment.
The air in the room was serene. Song Zhao took a silver hairpin and plucked a small bundle of Gan golden incense, throwing it into the censer to burn.
A faint fragrance wafted out, reminiscent of the one she had smelled in the Empress Dowager's palace before.
Song Zhao's breath gradually slowed as she calmly asked Yun Shan,
"I have never asked you wh ...
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