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... had just been sent off when Zhao and Chang Yi returned. Zhulan asked, "How come you’ve returned so quickly?"

Zhao glanced at her husband several times, which Zhulan noticed. Zhao’s whole being exuded a sense of dejection, and with a thought, Zhulan understood, "Has the Xu family set the date for the sea voyage?"

Chang Yi nodded. "We set sail the day after tomorrow and leave the capital."

As a mother, Zhulan also felt uneasy. Although she had facilitated the sea voyage, no ...

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