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At the gate, a palanquin had been waiting.

Soong Xijiao sat down in the sedan chair with a pile of blueprints in her arms. The palanquin swayed and headed home. She opened the curtain of the carriage and looked at Ling Residence.

When he came out, his entire Ling Residence was filled with the thick smell of medicine. This Ling Residence only had Ling Ziqing, he had no wife and no mother