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Yan Qingyi called the Persian cat because she felt that it looked like a Persian cat. As for whether it was a Persian cat or not, she did not know.

Seeing that Yan Qingyi had arrived, Zhu Xiaoyun tensed up. She placed the cat in her embrace beside her and stood up to greet her.

"Your consort pays her respects to the princess."

Zhu Xiaoyun's voice was pleasant to the ears