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... rself as she pulled out several silk garments from the drawer.

Then she turned to the handmaid, who was about to place the last outfit onto the cloth bundle.

“Make sure to follow him and help with the packing, alright?”

“Yes, young miss.”

Normally, she’d have the handmaids pack my things, but since we were going to Chengdu to meet the most influential figures in the Sichuan martial world, she insisted on packing my clothes herself.

Still, it felt a bit ove ...

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