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"Move the umbrella towards me." Song Yue muttered as he tugged on Ear Winterfell's hand, causing the oil-paper umbrella to tilt a little towards him.

He turned his head to look at the coachman, who was following closely behind him. The coachman was wrapped up tightly, holding up an ordinary oil-paper umbrella and carrying a sword on his back. He was probably a part-time bodyguard