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The two of them walked one after the other outside the Palace. Before they even had the chance to greet Yao Han Yue, the Beiming Clan's carriage had already slowly stopped in front of the Palace.

"You, Ama, are back!" Yao Han Yue reached out and patted the back of her hand.

Bei Ming Ying smirked, it was laughable, but it was even uglier than crying