Seventy-two: Her demands

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Chengshi and Congming look at each other while telepathically converse with each other. "Congming... These tea cups are indeed made by Bailu but the rest of the items in Xuehua Palace are made by Nanny Lei right..." "Hehehehehe... Chengshi, Her Royal Highness is obviously lying. Hahahahahaha!" "Oh, my... How exciting! Her Royal Highness intends to make the General jealous is it?" Chengshi suddenly slams her hands on the table. The two poor men sitting with them suddenly spurted out their tea because of her. Congming giggles when she saw this. Chengshi is cursing inside her heart for losing her cool at the heat of the moment. Wenhe and the others are staring at her. Imperial General Hu have to admit that her granddaughter's maidservants are being quite carefree when they are not in the

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