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... p> The gentle wind blowing in one’s face carried a hint of satisfaction.
It was rare for Noble Consort Qiao to be done with the work in the harem. She brought the palace maids and eunuchs to the imperial garden to admire the flowers and bask in the sun.
Her fair fingernails were painted with red cardamom.
She was gently touching a rose.
“Wanyin, pluck some of these flowers and make them into pastries. When
Nuo’er comes back from school tonight, she’ll defi ...
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