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... ing down and repeatedly calling “Miss Bai,” did she finally relax and straighten her attire.

When the maid came in to report that Miss Bai had arrived, Mrs. Jiang, the Marquis’s wife, was already sitting upright. The hair of the two young ladies of the Marquis Mansion was disheveled, and they were both sobbing into their handkerchiefs.

“Invite Miss Bai in,” Mrs. Jiang, the Marquis’s wife, took the hand warmer and held it in her hands, a shadow crossing her eyes.

Since the ...

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