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Three years later, in the spring.

In Prince Rong's mansion, there were many flowers blooming around. It was especially resplendent.

Shang Yiqing played with the long scissors in his hand, cutting off the unnecessary flowers and leaves while Fang Zinan lazily lied on the rattan chair and casually flipped through a book.

"Fang Zinan, you're getting lazier and lazier now