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Leng Jingyan was like a child whose soul had been sucked out of its body as she slowly walked out of the courtyard, passing through the fake mountain forest on the bridge. When she arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, she was about to leave in a daze when a voice suddenly rang out.

"Where is Lady Qingyan going?" Bai Qing stood behind Leng Qingyan and waved the black satin fan in her hand