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When Qing'er walked over gracefully, this was what she saw: the old lady was sitting in the hall, swinging her stick and teaching Ye Zimu sternly, while the one who was being taught was trembling and trembling. Her face was twisted, and she didn't dare to cry.

Qing'er raised her eyebrows, feeling extremely delighted in her heart.

She and Zhu'er hated Ye Zimu no less than their young mistress