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... led, a deep sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Her immediate focus was now directed towards raising her son in a tranquil environment.

Being the lawful wife, and her son the rightful heir, it was acknowledged that Zhao Mu held a certain bias. Nonetheless, he was poised to allocate a significant portion of the family enterprise to her son.

Furthermore, a steady income from the intermediaries would continue to flow her way annually, with no detriment to her son’s interests. < ...

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