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... nths pregnant with him. She left her daughter to look for her mother-in-law and never returned. Her decision implicated me and Cheng and changed our fates. If she did not leave, even if my parents passed away early, I wouldn’t have been in such an unfortunate state,” Guan Tang said, filled with self-pity. She sighed before she continued to say, “Cheng Che’s mother’s name was Yiwan. Aunt Yiwan’s death aggravated the conflict between the Old Madam and Old Master Yin. Coupled with the instigation o ...

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