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... rt was in tumult.

By her words, Empress Dowager Yi De was implying that Jiang Ruan should leave.

Empress Dowager Yi De calmly continued, "Aijia knows that you are a clever child. After you have thought about it some more, it will become clear that if you accompany aijia, aijia will keep you safe and sound. When you return to the palace in three years' time, your status will no longer be that of an ordinary person." She looked down at the ruby on her nail guard and said, "You have ...

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