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Song Qingyu's footsteps paused, barely squeezed out a smile, and he gently said: "Ninth Prince, after you."

Zuo Linyi let out a fleeting light smile. He got off the horse carriage and lazily leaned on the carriage as he knocked on the carriage, signalling Song Qingyu to hurry up.

Song Qingyu followed closely behind with half a step. As the warm sunlight shined upon his body