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The hawker hurriedly put away the steamed bun and looked him up and down. His clothes were quite good, but were dirty. One look was enough to tell that he had picked up a piece of cloth that had been thrown away by a rich person, and his face was filled with disdain: "You want to eat the steamed bun without money? "Let's go, let's go, let's go."

He was a dignified crown prince