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"What do we do, Mom, will Nan Zhijun tell uncle?" Nan Yurou, who was sitting on a chair, couldn't help but shiver. If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have listened to the Imperial Tutor even if she died. Mrs. Shen's face was also gloomy. It was unknown what she was scheming in her heart.

"Yurou, go back to the prince's mansion first. Nan Zhijun has a mother." Mrs. Shen made up her mind