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... ace school the next day. Song Jingchen returned from school. As soon as he entered the residence, he saw more than ten mahogany boxes of various sizes in the courtyard.

Shi An explained, "That Chu Feng went to the palace this morning. At noon, His Majesty sent someone to send these over. He said that they were gifts for the princess to bring back to the Xuanyuan Kingdom."

Song Jingchen paused. "When are they leaving?"

"They said that they wanted to go back before New Year ...

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