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"Oh?" Madame Gongsun raised an eyebrow and shot Zhao Lingyi a glance that wasn't a smile. She sat down on the carved chair made of pear wood brocade brought over by the maidservants. Zhao mama sat beside her, putting on a navy blue satin cloak.

Zhao Lingyi could tell that the plum blossom pattern on the cloth was the one that his birth mother, Auntie Xiao, was most proficient at embroidering