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There was a contemptuous smile on the king's face. He was not yet old enough to play this sort of drama in front of him. He wondered if Che'er would excitedly tell him that this girl was his dead daughter, Shu-er.

The grass in Meng Che's arms gradually calmed down. Meng Che used both hands to caress the grass' face, excitement and anticipation written all over his face. "You're Shu-er