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... ang. For a moment, Gu Qingxue thought that she had seen wrongly.
How could this person who was dressed like a beggar be the famous Wen Jiang?
Wen Jiang smiled, his aged face wrinkled. “Miss, the medicinal pill that the little princess sent me today should be made by you, right?”
“I made it, but is there anything wrong with the pill I refined?” Gu Qingxue looked at Wen Jiang suspiciously. She could not understand what this person was thinking.
“That ...
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