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... t her up alone?” Old Master Song asked Butler Yang.

Relying on other people’s love for her, Princess Linghui made a grander entrance than the crown prince. There were a total of 13 palace maids and eunuchs standing in this hall with swollen faces, asking him to make the decision. In addition to Princess Linghui, who had fainted and was carried to the neighboring ward for treatment, there were 14 people present.

Little Jiajia won against those numbers. Was his little granddaughter ...

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