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The shards of porcelain pierced her palm, but the sharp pain was nothing compared to the chill deep within Wei Yanwan's heart. She lowered her gaze to conceal the cold glint in her eyes and spoke in a calm, unruffled tone, "This servant... accidentally broke the teacup. Please forgive me, my lady." How laughable it was that after being reborn, she had to start from the position of a washing maid. It was ironic that after all her efforts to climb to the rank of Imperial Noble Consort, she now found herself merely a pawn within the Imperial Residence, subject to others' whims.
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