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... ly her master—Beauty Zhao—was full of worries, a deep concern etched between her brows that couldn’t be dissolved. She would sometimes fall into a daze, occasionally grit her teeth thinking about something, or suddenly seem terrified with fear.
Every now and then, she would abruptly ask her, "Not many sisters are left in the palace, right?"
"His Majesty pardoned a batch to leave, and imprisoned some; not many left." Bai Ling would always fear saying something wrong to displease B ...
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