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... id have an older sister. After she was born, she was indeed abandoned by their grandmother, but she was left on the mountain. Her parents had gone in search of her, but she was already dead by the time they found her. They even buried her, but because this matter was not very auspiscous, outsiders didn’t need to know.

She hadn’t heard it clearly during the conversation back then, so there might have been some discrepancies. However, it was still a fact that Jing Yun Zhao wasn’t her eldest ...

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