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Chapter 415 - 413: Your Highness, Have Pity
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... A sigh of pity tells not all the affection; half a phrase ’my lord’ cannot fully express the heartfelt love.
The night breeze skirts past the Hill of Three Springs; the sheer curtains ruffle, revealing a rich fragrance.
The stars just begin to recognize the full moon’s mandarin ducks; the rain beats on plantain leaves, drenching the begonia flowers.
Behold the hibiscus-embroidered canopy; see those two pairs of boots.
Suddenly came a soft murmur, continuous as pr ...
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