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... ry about this small matter.”

Elder Zheng flung his sleeves and said coldly, “Young people should still recognize their own identities.”

Yuyan smiled and nodded.

After a long court battle, Yuyan had already offended more than half of the courtiers.

When Elder Zheng returned home, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Then, he started to think about the Su family.

Wasn’t Yuyan relying on the granary that Princess Consort Guang Pingwang had don ...

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