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... itely come back before grandpa comes back. mansion."

   "No way, Miss." Uncle Yun remained unmoved, but shook his head firmly, "Master told me, for your safety, you must not step out of the palace."

   Thief God!

Qing Yunge silently raised a **** in her heart, but she forgot about it. Since the last time she, oh no, the tragic woman who died went to the East Palace to find the prince, and instead let herself die, her grandfather has I don't want to let her go out again.

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