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Mu Rousang looked up. White snow was pressing down on the pine trees, but it was difficult to find the grave.

Yang Zixuan shook her hand, "Follow me!"

Yang Zixuan, no, what they had done in this room with the Madam Hou was a feud. That innocent woman, that woman who doted on her son and treated her husband as heaven, was currently lying all alone in the ice-cold underground