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... faint scent of dust and lamp oil lingered in the air, and from beyond the doorway came the low murmur of villagers a restless tide whispering in the wind.
Madam Wei’s sharp gaze swept over Han Yan, her lips twisting into a cold sneer.
"Han Yan, good, very good. You’ve got yourself a house now, hoarding all the money for yourself, and still have the nerve to speak about filial piety. Truly, what a fine son you’ve become."
Her words dripped with venom, each syllable sharp ...
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