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... rring to him as young master, Qi Ying was at a complete loss for what to do.

Thankfully, Master Thirteen came to the rescue and waved a hand through the air as he said, “Alright, go do what you need to you. And make sure to look after the two women in that carriage.”

The servants left, and a few maids led Madam Lu and Xuan Yu to the Western courtyard, while Master Thirteen led Qi Ying to the Eastern courtyard. “My old place is in really bad condition, so I asked some people to set me ...

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