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The cold wind outside blew into Song Qingyu's sleeves, and Song Qingyu's hand stopped on the carriage's curtain. The carriage driver looked at Song Qingyu in confusion.

Song Qingyu regained his senses, his eyes looked down to conceal his emotions, and said, "Return to the Duke Palaces."

"Sigh." When the wagon driver heard Song Qingyu's clear voice, anyone would like to hear such capable words