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... iedly nodded and said, "It's written in this letter, if you don't believe me, take a look."

As he spoke, he handed the letter in his hand to him.

Yu Wenlan took it over to look at it, and saw a few words written in black and white on the letter paper—

"Ge Yuanhua, a famous scholar in Luzhou, has a false name. He is virtuous on the surface, but in fact he is lustful and despicable. There is a concubine in his house named Hu Sanniang, who is actually the wife of Ge Yuanhua's s ...

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