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In the Grand Imperial Consort's Palace, after the noblewomen dispersed, the palace regained its tranquility.

Guli was leaning on the soft couch by the bed reading a book, her head on a comfortable pillow, while outside the branches swayed and the chirping of cicadas occasionally drifted in.

Rong Ge respectfully placed a cup of tea on the table and stood to the side waiting in attendance.

As Guli turned a page in her book, she said seemingly casually, "If you have some ...

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