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Because of her daily urging, the carriage was already prepared.

Hua Rong lay on the thick layers of cushions and blankets in the spacious carriage, listening to the horses outside.

The coachman had to drive, and would occasionally play a few of the Liaoning's mountain tunes.

King Qin sat in the carriage and looked at the huge pile of Lingzhi ginseng he collected. All of these were top-notch