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... bers, both young and old, gradually entered Chunhui Hall.
Song Ci sat poised in the Taishi Chair, watching her sons, daughters-in-law, and grandchildren bow and salute her neatly. Honestly, it felt a bit surreal.
Especially considering that even the Prime Minister of the country was bowing to her.
"No need for formalities, sit down," Song Ci gestured with a smile, pointing to the seats.
Everyone sat, and the maids served tea, retreating respectfully to stand quiet ...
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