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Ottoman carpet under her feet, Jiaqing seemed to have changed her usual arrogant manner, her lips slightly pursed, as if trying to control her emotions. The room was filled with the scented incense filled with the fragrance of cinnabar and sandalwood, making people feel relaxed and comfortable. But Jiaqing's heart was as turbulent as the roaring wave, her eyes flickering with complex emotions. At this moment, the door clicked, and a tall and straight figure walked in. It was Jiaqing's husband, Emperor Chen Long. Seeing Jiaqing, his face showed a rare softness, "What's wrong? You seem to be a little upset." Jiaqing forced a smile, "Nothing, just think of something." She didn't want Emperor Chen Long to know that she was going to be hands-on tomorrow's Shenzhen Market, so she pretended to be upset. Emperor Chen Long sat next to Jiaqing, "If you have something to discuss, just say it. You know, you can always count on me." His voice was gentle, just like the spring wind, making people's hearts feel relaxed.