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Song Qingyu nodded her head, her eyes looking out the window as she opened the curtains of the palace. Sing out and cry with sorrow and elation.

Regarding this matter that had nothing to do with him, Song Qingyu maintained the attitude of never interfering.

People said she was cold.

The eunuch bowed and left.

Ah Wan knew that there was a precious golden hairpin in Song Qingyu's wooden box