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A black and green carriage turned steadily into Wangfu Street. Qiao Yu was a little excited. He lifted the corner of the curtain and looked expectantly as he got closer and closer to the palace gate. With various feelings in his heart, he murmured in a low voice, "I, Qiao Yu, am back again!" She looked at the person who was waiting at the gate of the palace with excitement, and her lips were as bright as a smile. His hand gently brushed his lower abdomen, his eyebrows were full of tenderness, "Baby, did you see that, that proud and unruly man is your daddy." Su Jin stood on the steps, his eyes were heavy, and he caught a glimpse of the familiar and delicate woman in the carriage. He was struggling in his heart. The palms on his back were already embedded with nails and were bloody. Seeing her cautious behavior and cheerful face, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes, he closed his eyes to suppress the strangeness in his heart, suddenly turned his back to the two of them, and lightly opened his thin lips, "Take it."...