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This made Jiang Cheng equally infuriated: “I think Zhang Yukun has lost his mind. If it weren’t for him mourning his father’s death, I would have liked to beat him up for the way he slandered my aunt.”

As Yingbao munched on an apple, she had other things on her mind.

With the death of her uncle, the custody of Zhang Xiaolang should finally revert fully to her aunt.

But what if the concubine uses this as an excuse to constantly cause a commotion?

After the sibl ...

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