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... ** Liang Jiugong to go to Kunning Palace to inform the queen.

"Boom."

"Wait." Kangxi stopped Liang Jiugong, pondered for a moment, and said, "Just tell the empress: The old man is old and can't stand the cold. He will recover after being raised for the winter."

Liang Jiugong responded, came to Kunning Palace, and repeated it to the queen according to the emperor's instructions.

After hearing this, Nemin's worry did not diminish much, but she was used to her ...

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