Two years have passed, and the wing room where Du Qianrui lived is still there, and even the furnishings have not changed. She picked up the bronze mirror on the dressing table, blew on the mirror, and wiped it with a handkerchief. It was still so blurry, and the mirror had not been polished. She sat down on a waist-round stool with great familiarity, and looked up. The purple curtain in front of the carved window was still there; the futon on the stool was made of Shu brocade, and she had carefully examined it two years ago.Du Qianrui had only lived here for a few months, but she suddenly felt like she was back home. It was said that girls from wealthy families would stay in their boudoirs for a long time even after they got married.She sat on the stool, resting her elbows on the table, supporting her delicate chin, and was in a daze for a while. After many days of bumpy rides, she felt very tired, but when she arrived at the Gaoyang County Prince's Mansion, sh
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