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Soong Qiaoer always carried an air of authority, ruling over the Flower Washing Garden with an iron fist. Although she was shorter than Jiang Xinyu, today her presence seemed diminished for some reason.

Noticing Murong Xi's pale face, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness, Soong let out a derisive snort. If she wanted to deal with her, there would be plenty of opportunities