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... e mansion, it will be unlucky."

Yu Lingxi told the guards on duty outside the door, "Father and brother are busy with state affairs, and Auntie is still ill. I'm in charge of such trivial matters, so don't disturb them."

The guards clasped their fists and said "yes".

Yu Lingxi looked at the furnishings in the house.

There is only a table, a chair and a bed with old mattresses in the room. There is a slightly damaged screen next to the bed. It is simple and small, but ...

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