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May 14th. Xingning Ward, the Jiang residence, the small dining hall. Eat slowly! No one is fighting you for it! At 7-9 am, Lin Fuyao placed a peeled egg into her son's bowl and reminded him, 'Remember to come back early today. After your sister finishes her studies, the two of you are to go to Yongxing Ward to pay your respects to the Heir Apparent. I have already prepared the gifts; don't forget to take them.' Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuan looked at his mother…-
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In the East Courtyard of the Estate's back residence. Lin Hansu, who was 'not concerned with others' affairs and was purely helping Ruan Ruan' out, tried hard to maintain an official and calm demeanor. 'Duke of Chu County, do you have nothing to explain to Zhao Yan and Ruan Ruan regarding today's events?' 'Reporting to the Princess Consort, this matter...' Ding Suian looked awkward and instinctively lowered his voice. 'I have nothing to say about this matter.…
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It was very hot during the Shen hour. The cicadas were annoying. Lin Hansu was very confused. How did catching an adulterer end up happening in her own home? "Zhao Yan, are you sure you didn't see wrong?" Inside the carriage, Lin Hansu lifted a corner of the curtain and looked at the Estate, saying in disbelief. "Of course I didn't see wrong! If the Young Master isn't inside, I'll give my head to you, Senior Sister!" "What would I want your head…
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It was 10 PM sharp. On the second floor of Ji Pavilion, Lin Hansu faced south, while Zhao Yan and Ruan Ruan sat solemnly on either side of her. The candlelight was bright, illuminating a single, slender strand of black hair that lay conspicuously on the pure white silk handkerchief placed between the three of them. "Sister, what should we do?" Zhao Yan was brimming with Aura. Ruan Ruan, however, felt a bit uncomfortable. It was one thing to bother…
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"Who is she?" The Old Man's counter-question was natural and casual; neither his tone nor his gaze betrayed anything unusual. Ding Suian added, "She is the Princess Consort of Lanyang, the daughter of Lord Lin." "Oh~" The Old Man drew out his tone, looking as if he had finally remembered. "I've heard of her." Ding Suian looked at the Old Man, slowing his speech, "The year before last, I served at the Prince Lanyangs Estate, and through that, I…
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The beginning of the hour of the Dog (7:00 PM). The setting sun had completely vanished behind the towering western city wall of Central Heaven. In the western sky, the evening clouds were half-immersed in the night, while the other half still floated in the orange-red sunlight. The Great Wu imperial capital, having been scorched by the sun all day, was just beginning its bustling nightlife. It was far from time to go to bed. But some people had already slept. Suimian Street, the back…
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May 11th. Greetings, Steward Hu~ Hehe, greetings, Mr. Zhang~ In the afternoon, Hu Couhe sat in the shade of the estate gate, waving a cattail fan. Whenever a neighbor passed by, they never forgot to greet him, the head steward of the Chu County Dukes Residence. Make Do enjoyed this feeling very much. But in his opinion, being a steward was not that easy; he didn't know how many things he had to worry about every day. For example, since the 'Little Madam's' confinement…
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“Lord Lin, I'm hosting tonight. Would you care to join us at Zhangtai Willow for a few drinks later? I wonder if you would do us the honor?” At 5:45 PM, as the end of the shift approached, the officials of the Dianqian Division were visiting each other, having already arranged their evening entertainment. Among them, the one invited most frequently was the grain-supervising official, Lord Lin. When he first arrived last year, the situation was not like…
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Inside the palace hall, due to a single sentence from Old Man, a moment of awkward silence ensued. Old Man, however, ignored Zhao Ning's embarrassment and A Qi's shock, calmly scraping the mud off his soles and tapping his shoes against the threshold. The polished, mirror-like oiled wooden floor was instantly left in a mess by the splattering mud. After finishing this, he slipped his feet back into his shoes and finally turned around to say, "Granddaughter-in-law, I'm going…
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May 10th. At dawn, Ding Suian climbed over the wall to return home. The bedroom door was half-open; he pushed it open and stepped inside, his footsteps faltering. The room was a mess, as if it had been burgled. No, thieves at most steal things; they wouldn't have the time to deliberately cause destruction. The perfectly good quilt had been torn into strips, and cotton fluff was scattered everywhere like snow. The jasmine in the vase had been deliberately snapped, its petals plucked…
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