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In the moonlight, Ben looked across at the woman.

Most of the women who had been concubines had a good look, not to mention that Xunyou, who had been raised by the family, was born with a calmness that flowed through her bones. The unyielding look in her eyes had always revealed the superiority of people, the light yellow dress, and the faint, gentle eyes of Jiangnan women.

In fact