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... ild; it was indeed made of blood jade, but she wasn’t sure if it was the Phoenix Blood Jade Yun Shisan mentioned.

The Holy Emperor wanted to bestow a concubine upon her father, and no one could stop it. The only thing she could do was to find a way for her mother to live safely and healthily.

If she could get both the Yun Family’s bracelet and the Phoenix Blood Jade, perhaps her mother would not repeat the tragedies of the past life.

Thinking of this, Xu Jia made a resolu ...

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