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... jumped out of the carriage. When she was about to go inside, she was suddenly stopped by someone.

“Are you the servant girl of Fifth Miss?” An old maid stood in front of a carriage with a smile and asked Yujie while looking at her.

When Yujie went down the mountain, she changed her clothes and dressed up as a servant girl. She had not lived in Duke Xing’s Mansion for a long time, so few people knew her. Now it was two and a half years later, so fewer people could recognize her. < ...

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