Song Qing'an and Jiang Zhi didn't stay long, and left one after the other.

This funeral, which cannot be called a funeral, is simple, and it is nothing more than a few palace people kneeling and bowing.

Zhao Cairen's death was like rain falling into a lake, and it didn't even stir up a splash. Her life was devoured clean by this deep palace.

Song Qingan sat on the sedan chair back to the palace, feeling a little uneasy.

How did Jiang Zhi deal with Zhao Cairen......

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