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... ithin the palace, lamps flickered brightly.
Consort Yu examined the cloth bag in her hands, while Chen Mo secretly observed Consort Yu.
Under the warm light, her peerless face seemed less aloof and more tender, almost like the girl-next-door.
He could not help but compare her secretly with the Empress—
One was plump and juicy like a ripe peach, the other was a distant, frosty beauty, a flower admired from afar.
"An aloof beauty and a voluptuous mature woma ...
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