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Yun Qingwei had seen steamed buns and sweet cakes in the Prime Minister's Mansion before, but the little dumpling carved with jade in front of her eyes seemed to be different from the two **** locked in the firewood room of the Prime Minister's Mansion in her memory.
Those two **** were dirty and smelly, and she always thought their father was a disgusting beggar.
So, from the bottom of my heart, I looked down on those two little bastards, and I didn't take a ser ...
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