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... till bathed in mist. The moon had already moved across to the other side. The carriages of Fan manor rode towards the capital without disturbing anyone in the country estate. In the backdoor of the yard, Teng Zijing, who was on crutches, stood with his wife to see them off. Beside them was the couple’s young daughter who was rubbing her eyes as if still asleep.
He had arrived at the capital gates once again. However, this time was different from the last, for Fan Xian’s carriage was no ...
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