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... distance behind them. Only then did Hu Li reveal the purpose of heading into the woods.

"Have you heard that the black market has acquired a perfectly clear mirror?"

Shu Yu nodded, "I just heard Young Master Jiang mention it yesterday. Because of it, security has been tightened."

Hu Li said, "Didn’t the Third Prince’s consort take that mirror? Later, when she saw that the Third Prince’s mother, Princess Consort Hui, also liked it, she gifted it to her out of respect. But ...

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