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Great Qian Imperial City, Ji Mansion.
In the gloomy depths of the boudoir, an elegant lady quietly read the letter in her hand again and again, poring over the hasty scrawl on the page.
As Consort Ji, she could certainly afford to use communication jade slips.
Yet, compared to the cold jade slip, she longed more for a handwritten letter from her son.
Sent to that dull and tasteless Immortal Sect at such a young age.
What a torment it was.
Even she could not resist the temptations of worldly splendor, stubbornly making her way to Great Qian.
Consort Ji carefully folded the letter.
There had been a chance for Jin Jiang to enjoy the glory of Great Qian, to grow up like a normal Princely Heir, to marry and have children, and to be by her side.
Yet all of that was ruined by that woman.
Just as Jin Jiang had begun to change his attitude, Jiang Qiulan toyed with him to the extent that he lost all interest in food and drink and became even more melancholic than before.
