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Feng Feixuan nodded slightly. Without a doubt, she pointed at the carriage outside. "We're here. Put me down."

"I'll carry you to the car." As she spoke, the carriage's curtain had already been lifted, and Zhao Yuwan reluctantly placed her in it. She pointed at the two rows of nearly twenty guards, and softly warned, "Take good care of yourself, and your son. Tomorrow morning