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... husky laugh suddenly sounded.
The sound had a magnetic quality to it. With the end tapering off to a higher pitch, the laugh was like a hook, scratching at people’s hearts.
Yaoniang automatically thought of Consort Yong. And it indeed was Consort Yong who was standing under the apricot tree at the side of the road. With a smile on her face, she was looking her way.
Wearing a golden silk pleated skirt with peonies embroidered on it, her beauty was both dignified and grace ...
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