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After leading Lang Xing into the boudoir and sitting down, the imperial concubine shyly handed him a cup of spiritual tea with her jade-faced face. She looked at him with sparkling eyes and said, "I thought you wouldn't come again."

"I have something to tell you." The smile on Lang Xing's face was unnatural.

The imperial concubine pursed her lips and smiled, lowered her eyes and said, "I know you came here because of something. Before we get down to business, don't you want to ask how we are doing here?"

Lang Xing became even more embarrassed and stammered, "Then...then...are you guys doing well?"

The imperial concubine glanced at him pretending to be resentful, then she smiled with joy and said, "It couldn't be better. Don't be so restrained. Xianxu is in retreat. We both feel that our cultivation is great."

There is progress, thanks to you, and we miss you very much."

Lang Xing giggled and said, "Hey, it's nothing, this is what you deserve."

His smile made the imperial concubine feel more friendly, and the old feeling suddenly came back. The blush on her cheeks became a little more, and her expression became more and more shy.

"Well..." Lang Xing suppressed his racing heart and said with a serious expression, "I happened to bump into your husband after I left last time."

These words made the imperial concubine feel embarrassed. This was really the most inappropriate topic. Although she had already given up on her husband, now that she had the news, she couldn't care less.

"Are you sure you met him?" The imperial concubine frowned slightly, her eyes clearly showing uneasiness.
Chapter completed!