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Ah Nan stood at the side, holding a piece of paper and looking at it, occasionally weighing the different herbs.

Chun Xiang placed the tea tray by Song Qingyu's side, and immediately bent over to pour him a cup of tea, a strange fragrance wafting out, Chun Xiang subconsciously looked towards the direction of the smell.

Following the movements of Song Qingyu's hands, the veil gently shook