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... she were being grilled over a fire. She then looked at her own Commandery Princess, wondering what to do.

Zheng Nianru, having been woken up, was not in a good mood, naturally displaying an unhappy face. Nanny Yun had already cajoled her Commandery Princess into getting dressed.

"Commandery Princess, you should at least get up, otherwise there will be a huge commotion today," Nanny Yun said as she personally helped Zheng Nianru into her clothes.

Outside, the guards were a ...

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