Wrong person

At the same time, there was laughter and joy in the Medicine Refining Pavilion.
The old clan leader Zhang Qingxuan sat upright on the armchair, below him was a young man and woman in festive red robes. The man was less than thirty years old, with a tall and heroic figure, a handsome face, and extraordinary elegance.
The woman was in her twenties with a graceful figure, but because she was wearing a phoenix coronet and bridal robe, her face could not be seen clearly.
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