36 Dresses (Two Updates in One)
◎Is Yuan Le at home?◎
Emperor Mingde waved his hand and asked Li Ji to leave.
The content of the secret report was just sent back by the secret guards from the Turks, and that was why Lu Jing returned to Beijing overnight.
Yuan Le's thoughts coincided with his own: "Shili Khan holds the lowest rank among the three lesser Turkic khans. However, he commands a vast territory to the west of the Turkic region, and the Silk Road passes through his domain. His power is gradually surpassing that of the khans to the east and north. Shili is a frivolous person and will not be content to remain under someone else's command for long."
The Turks lived a nomadic existence, with no interest in occupying Central Plains territory or cultivating crops. Therefore, their southern migrations were primarily focused on plundering and plundering, and they rarely stayed long. However, within the Turkic territories themselves, the more fertile pastures the better. Shili Khan, the current Turk, was constantly provoking, attempting to redefine the boundaries of the region. And how could the other two lesser khans not covet the vast western territories?
Lu Jing said, "The treasures Shili Khan brought back to the country this time were only 50% of what they had in previous years. The other three Khans will naturally find a way to make up for the shortfall."
Shili is recuperating in Kyoto, and his return will be at least half a month later than originally scheduled. It depends on whether the other two Khans can seize the opportunity to take action.
Dajin can also lend them a helping hand at the right time.
This is the best strategy. Emperor Mingde listened to each point and pondered for a long time.
"This matter is of great importance. I will discuss it with the Crown Prince and the Secretariat. For the next few days, you should rest well in the palace and stay out of the spotlight." After a pause, Emperor Ming continued, "Did you already think of this method before you took action against Shi Li?"
"That's not all."
Emperor Mingde then laughed. This child was frustrated in love, and it happened that he had found a place to vent his frustrations.
After a moment's thought, Emperor Mingde continued, "The Turkic envoys' visit has caused considerable trouble in Kyoto. The Secretariat has advised that Kyoto's defenses need to be reorganized. I'll leave this matter to you. Please discuss it with Marquis Xuanping when you have time."
"Your son obeys your order."
Marquis Xuanping also took on the post of garrison commander of Kyoto, and Emperor Mingde also vaguely knew that the Gu family was more inclined towards the prince.
Therefore, he handed the matter over to King Zhao. As for the affairs of the Turkic state, it was time for the crown prince to accomplish more than just maintaining the status quo.
It was getting late, and Li Ji, under the emperor's order, personally escorted His Royal Highness Prince Zhao out of Taiji Palace.
As the sun shifted, Emperor Mingde's gaze returned to the secret report.
This child...is growing up much faster than he expected.
There was silence in the imperial study. The emperor had a complicated expression and after a long time he sighed deeply.
…
There are sixteen storehouses in Prince Zhao's palace.
The managers of the corresponding warehouses all held lists in their hands, waiting for His Royal Highness Prince Zhao to make his selection.
There are rare treasures like flowing water, and His Highness is particularly interested in calligraphy and paintings.
When Sun Jing came to deliver the message, he wandered around for a long time and didn't know which storehouse to enter to look for His Highness.
His Highness has been resting these two days and has been very free. Some time ago, His Highness had already ordered someone to deliver a list of treasures to the study.
These four storehouses are filled with the spoils collected by His Royal Highness Prince Zhao during his battles. In particular, when the Luoyang Palace was captured, all of Wang Xingman's private treasures in the treasury were taken back by the soldiers of the Great Jin.
Lu Jing was lost in thought while staring at a Hetian white jade cup. Perhaps the treasures outside were rare, and he would like them more?
"Your Highness," Sun Jing found his master among the dazzling array of rare treasures and said with a smile, "Master Gu is here."
Lu Jing's eyes unconsciously showed a smile, and he casually put the white jade cup aside: "Really?"
In the Changding Palace, Gu Ningxi had just taken his seat in the main room.
Chief Steward Sun ordered someone to lead her here. This was the main hall of Prince Zhao's palace, and behind it was the bedroom of His Highness Prince Zhao.
It is normal for him not to talk about political affairs and not to go to the study.
The maid brought the tea, and Gu Ningxi tasted it. It vaguely seemed to be the newly tributed Mengding yellow tea from outside, which was probably only available in the palace.
She heard familiar footsteps and stood up to greet him: "Your Highness."
Lu Jing smiled and gestured for everyone to excuse themselves from the formalities. Sun Jing was very tactful and led the others to leave.
Gu Ningxi explained his purpose: "I heard that Your Highness was injured, so I came to see you."
"It's nothing serious." Lu Jing said in a relaxed tone. Gu Ningxi looked at his expression carefully. Compared with the vivid descriptions of Shili Khan spread by the outside world, His Royal Highness Prince Zhao had indeed not suffered any loss.
She smiled lightly and wanted to continue speaking, but His Royal Highness Prince Zhao spoke first, "I heard that you recently went to Huiwen Hall to serve?"
Gu Ningxi was initially stunned by his well-informed nature, but then she thought again, it wasn't surprising that His Royal Highness Prince Zhao had spies in the Eastern Palace.
She nodded and said, "Yes."
She was still the head of the Ministry of Works, but she hadn't been back to the Eastern Palace for a long time. The duties of the Crown Prince's Assistant had been taken over by someone else, making it difficult to arrange for them. It just so happened that Huiwen Hall needed an additional teacher to teach calligraphy and painting, so Gu Ningxi took on the role. The people in the Eastern Palace had already implicitly excluded her.
The person around him was indifferent to praise or criticism. Lu Jing did not touch the teacup, but was deep in thought.
Huiwen Hall is a place dedicated to the study of noble ladies from aristocratic families, and it teaches the elegant arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. It would be a waste of Yuan Le's talent to let him teach there.
Yuan Le was treated coldly when he returned to the Eastern Palace. Lu Jingqing knew it was because he had arrived at Prince Zhao's Mansion.
This matter was caused by him. Lu Jing said: "If you don't want to, I can discuss it with my brother."
Gu Ningxi knew his good intentions and smiled and shook her head: "I like it there very much."
Her words came from her heart. Compared to the world of fame and fortune in the Eastern Palace, she indeed preferred the precious land of Huiwen Hall.
When Han Shaozhanshi of the Crown Prince's Mansion told her about this arrangement, which would allow her to temporarily withdraw from the vortex of the fight for the throne, Gu Ningxi tried hard to suppress the smile on her lips.
She had no dissatisfaction at all, and there was no need for His Royal Highness Prince Zhao to speak up for her.
After understanding her attitude, Lu Jing felt relieved.
Gu Ningxi came to Prince Zhao's mansion alone today. In addition to caring about His Royal Highness Prince Zhao's injuries, he also wanted to know why he attacked Shili Khan.
The memory of Shili Khan at the banquet was as unsettling to her as the memories of those dreams.
She had rarely had that kind of dream recently and thought she had avoided the prophecy in the dream and everything was going well.
The appearance of Ranshili Khan made her suddenly alert.
If that impression was not groundless, then... Gu Ningxi looked at the person in front of him. Where was he at that time?
Three years of widowhood... Whenever Gu Ningxi thought of this, she felt a dull pain in her heart. A voice in her head wondered, "If he were here, how could the Turkic Khan be so presumptuous?"
Gu Ningxi recalled the appearance of Tuli Khan in his memory. He was at least ten years younger than the Khan at the table.
There are still a few years to deal with a series of changes.
After waking up and knowing that His Royal Highness Prince Zhao had taken action against Shili Khan, Gu Ningxi was curious whether he had felt anything as well.
It was just not appropriate to ask directly. Gu Ningxi had already thought of several lines of dialogue before coming to Prince Zhao's Mansion.
She planned to go around in circles before asking, and first tentatively talked about what she saw at the martial arts competition that day.
Lu Jing didn't care what he heard. When they were alone, he listened to him with a smile, wishing he could say more.
Gu Ningxi spoke in an orderly manner, with His Royal Highness Prince Zhao occasionally adding a few words. By the time they reached the fifth circle to discuss the seating arrangements, Gu Ningxi couldn't understand why the small circle she had originally planned to circle around was getting wider and wider.
His Royal Highness Prince Zhao did not show any impatience on his face. Perhaps he was recuperating in the palace and had too much free time.
When they talked about Shili Khan's provocation yesterday, Sun Jing reported from outside, "Your Highness, Wu'an Hou and his men have arrived."
Gu Ningxi thought it would be more fun with more people, but Lu Jing paused and said, "Let them in."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Freshly brewed tea was served in the main hall, and Zhen Yuan and Xie Qian sat down one after another.
Continuing with the previous topic, Gu Ningxi said, "I slept for half a day yesterday. What was the situation on the court?"
Xie Qian had watched the entire process and was happy to recount it, "Master Gu, you may not know this, but Shili Khan initially provoked His Royal Highness the Prince of Huai. He suffered a loss at the negotiation table and wanted to redeem himself elsewhere. However, His Royal Highness the Prince of Huai ignored him."
Gu Ningxi could understand that if they lost in a competition with the Turks, it would be a loss of face for the entire Jin Dynasty.
Shili Khan pressed forward, his words sharp. Fortunately, His Royal Highness Prince Zhao arrived and broke the siege of the Jin royal family.
Xie Qian said, "Your Highness and Shili Khan are competing in archery on horseback. A red lantern is hanging on a high platform a thousand paces away. You must ride your horse to get it. Whoever shoots down the lantern first and holds it in their hands will be the winner."
This rule is interesting. The Turks have always been proud of their riding skills, so it cannot be said that the Jin Dynasty bullied them.
"Originally, His Highness was the first to shoot down the lantern, but Shili, seeing he was trailing, actually attacked directly."
It is true that His Royal Highness Prince Zhao is good at riding and shooting, but that does not mean that His Royal Highness is not good at close combat.
Shili wants to take the initiative, and His Royal Highness Prince Zhao will not be polite to him.
Gu Ningxi said deliberately, "I heard that Shili Khan was seriously injured. Did Your Highness not hold back?"
"More than holding back!" Xie Qian said, the scene vividly in his mind. "My brother Zhen and I watched yesterday and both suspected that Shi Li was an enemy of His Royal Highness Prince Zhao in a past life."
Zhen Yuan also nodded. He had never seen His Highness be so ruthless.
When His Majesty decided the outcome, Shili Khan couldn't even stand steadily.
At this point, Xie Qian asked what Gu Ningxi was thinking: "But did Shili Khan once offend Your Highness?"
Gu Ningxi also looked over. She remembered that the Turkic Khan who caused His Royal Highness Prince Zhao to leave the capital was someone else.
Lu Jing said indifferently, "No." He said, "I simply don't like him."
Xie Qian agreed: "Shi Li is insidious and cunning, he is definitely not a good person."
There is no need for a reason to teach the frivolous Turks a lesson.
Gu Ningxi silently took in the expression of His Royal Highness Prince Zhao and already had the answer in his heart.
It was just a coincidence, he didn't foresee those scenes.
She said, "It's Shili Khan's own fault anyway."
On this point, Gu Ningxi and King Zhao had a tacit understanding.
Having gotten the answer she wanted, Gu Ningxi successfully achieved the purpose of her trip. When the afternoon came, she said goodbye to Prince Zhen and Marquis Wu'an.
This trip to Prince Zhao's Mansion lasted much longer than she had imagined.
Upon returning to the Xuanping Marquis's residence, Gu Ningxi happened to run into his mother. Another carriage was waiting at the gate, and servants had brought in a footstool.
"Mom is going out?"
Mrs. Meng said gently, "Let's go shopping."
It was nothing more than clothes and jewelry. Gu Ningxi said, "Then I'll go with my mother?"
"No need," Madam Meng said with a smile, "I'll be back soon. It's a rare day off for you, so rest well in the mansion."
That's fine, Gu Ningxi agreed. Madam Meng then said, "By the way, if there's anything you'd like to eat, I'll bring it back for you."
Gu Ningxi thought about it and asked her mother to bring her a bag of plum blossom cakes.
She didn't think much of it and watched her mother's carriage leave before returning to Leyouyuan.
…
After early July, the Turkic delegation left Beijing as scheduled, laden with treasures, and Kyoto returned to its former tranquility.
Shili Khan remained in the embassy and needed to recuperate for a few more days.
There were not many memorials impeaching His Royal Highness Prince Zhao in the court. Only three or two were received in a few days. They said that His Royal Highness Prince Zhao was acting arbitrarily and was suspected of damaging the diplomatic relations between the two countries.
Your Majesty fined King Zhao three months' salary, neither too light nor too heavy, and ordered him to reflect on his mistakes for five days, thus silencing the gossip.
In fact, among the people, the common people all praised His Royal Highness King Zhao for enhancing the prestige of the Jin Dynasty and making the Turks lose face.
The Turkic delegation has been acting arrogantly in Beijing these days, and coupled with the decades of hatred between the people of the Central Plains and the Turks, His Royal Highness Prince Zhao's move is in line with the people's wishes.
The weather is getting cooler, it is early autumn, and Gu Ningxi's birthday is approaching.
Because it was his nineteenth birthday, and Gu Ningxi was only a junior member of the Marquisate, it was customary not to hold a banquet. The court allocated funds, and the kitchen prepared a few dishes for the Leyou Courtyard that day. The formal ceremony would be held when Gu Ningxi came of age next year.
Madam Shen is the head of the household. Although the Marquis's Mansion owns many properties and shops, it cannot be wasteful in everything in order to maintain the expenses of the whole mansion.
In the autumn breeze, inside Prince Zhao's residence, Sun Jing asked, "Your Highness, should this birthday gift be sent to the Marquis Xuanping's residence now?"
The birthday gift for Lord Gu was personally selected by His Highness from the treasury. Lord Gu will probably like it.
Prince Zhao initially selected quite a few, but then eliminated them one by one. After all, they were friends of the same generation, and if he gave too many gifts, Lord Gu wouldn't have a peaceful birthday.
Sun Jing, the steward who is responsible for delivering the gifts to the Marquis Xuanping's residence, has already made arrangements and is only waiting for His Highness's approval.
Lu Jingwang saw that the weather outside was fine. Today happened to be a day off, so he should be at home.
…
The autumn wind blew into Leyou Courtyard, and Gu Ningxi finally opened his sleepy eyes.
After a good sleep, Gu Ningxi had breakfast at 9:00 PM and went to pay his respects to his mother in the courtyard.
My grandparents have moved to a side courtyard to spend their remaining years. Unless it is a festival, there is no need for the younger generation to visit them frequently to pay their respects and disturb them.
Madam Meng had been waiting for her daughter for a long time and had specifically told the maid not to wake her up.
"Have you slept enough?" She smiled gently, her eyes full of love.
Gu Ningxi nodded comfortably: "Yes, what delicious food did mother make in the courtyard today?"
Every time it was her birthday, her mother would cook two dishes for her, a bowl of longevity noodles, and a poached egg.
"There's no rush for this. Come on."
At Madam Meng's signal, Linglan ordered the outer courtyard maids to withdraw and closed the inner chamber door, leaving only Yinyue beside Gu Ningxi. Another first-class maid, Huilan, went out with a brand new dress.
Sunlight shone through the window panes, the aqua red color vibrant yet not tacky. The hem of her skirt was embroidered with large roses, petals layered one on top of the other, and several stamens were meticulously embellished with hibiscus crystals.
Madam Meng unfolded the dress and compared it to her daughter's. She said, "The other day at the old lady's birthday banquet, I saw your sister wearing a pomegranate-red skirt embroidered with peonies. It was so beautiful. The guests at the banquet were full of praise for it. That's when I thought I had to make one for you."
Mrs. Meng later asked someone to find out that the fabric used to make the pomegranate skirt was the most fashionable cloud satin in Beijing this year, which was perfect for making clothes for her daughter.
Xier is already nineteen years old, and she has never made a decent dress for her. Even her coming-of-age ceremony was a simple one.
Mrs. Meng had always felt sorry for this and had saved some money. Coincidentally, the palace had asked her to help arrange the clothes and jewelry for the third and fifth daughters to enter the palace, so she asked the silk shop to make an extra set so that no one would be suspicious.
As a mother, she had never seen her daughter wearing a skirt.
The brocade skirt was paired with a light-colored shawl, and Gu Ningxi recognized the embroidery on it.
The cloud silk satin was too gorgeous, so Mrs. Meng didn't dare to make it herself, so she only made a shawl herself.
She wants her daughter to have what other people's daughters have.
She always felt that she owed her children.
"Go put it on and see if it fits." Mrs. Meng was full of anticipation.
It was obvious that the mother had carefully prepared every stitch for a long time.
Gu Ningxi did not go against her mother's wishes. She thought about it and realized that there were very few outsiders in Qinlan Courtyard.
She stood up and went behind the screen to change her clothes, took off her usual robes, and untied her bra.
Yinyue helped her master put on the brocade skirt layer by layer and tied the palace sash.
It was Gu Ningxi’s first time wearing a skirt, so she wasn’t used to it. Fortunately, she was only showing it to her mother.
The aqua-red skirt was beautifully tailored, its embroidery complementing the already beautiful texture of the satin, the two complementing each other beautifully. As she walked, the hibiscus crystals embellishing the skirt shimmered. The chest-length design revealed a large expanse of silky-soft skin at the neck. The aqua-red color accentuated Gu Ningxi's fair complexion.
Her black hair hung down as she stood there gracefully, lighting up the elegant inner room.
When the maids saw Lord Gu in this outfit for the first time, they were all shocked and almost didn't recognize him.
Mrs. Meng did the same, and looked at her daughter for a long time: "She is really beautiful."
Gu Ningxi still felt uncomfortable: "Mother, should I change it?"
"No rush."
Mrs. Meng pushed her daughter in front of the bronze mirror and asked Huilan and Linglan to bring the makeup box.
She had been waiting for this day for a long time.
Mrs. Meng took an ivory comb and carefully combed her daughter's black hair.
Gu Ningxi's hair is well maintained and is black and shiny.
Madam Meng took a strand of black hair and prepared to tie it into a snake-like bun for her daughter. Her hands were extremely deft. Huilan and Yinyue stood by, occasionally offering her a hand or two. Linglan stood guard at the door, and the Qinlan Courtyard was peaceful and tranquil.
Gu Ningxi sat resignedly in the bronze mirror room, letting her happy mother dress her up.
The last strand of black hair was tied up, and Mrs. Meng carefully decorated it, making the bun lively and beautiful.
She then put on a pearl hairpin for her daughter. After all, she was the eldest wife of the Marquis Xuanping's mansion, and the mansion had bought her several sets of decent ornaments.
Although some of the designs were old, the materials used were all exquisite. The gems, placed amidst Gu Ningxi's cloud-like black hair, shone even more brilliantly.
The gorgeous tassels of the hairpin hung down and gently hit Gu Ningxi's ears, making them feel slightly cool.
Mrs. Meng wanted to put makeup on her daughter. Her face was as bright and beautiful as a lotus in clear water, and adding anything else seemed unnecessary.
In the end, Mrs. Meng only used some rouge to apply lipstick on her daughter and painted a flower on her forehead.
Gu Ningxi looked at his own appearance in the bronze mirror. It was unfamiliar, yet gradually he resembled the person in his dream.
Mrs. Meng was quite satisfied with her craftsmanship and felt that her daughter was the most beautiful girl in the Gu family.
Gu Ningxi laughed, thinking that whatever her mother thought of her was fine.
After tidying up the dressing table, the maids also left the outer room.
Mrs. Meng took her daughter aside and spoke in a gentle voice, "My dear Xi'er, do you have any wishes for this year?"
Gu Ningxi tilted her head slightly, her tassels swaying slightly: "If you say your wish out loud, it won't come true."
"Okay, okay, you always make sense."
Mrs. Meng tapped her cheek and straightened a pearl hairpin on her temple.
Gu Ningxi lowered her head and stroked the delicate embroidery on the hem of her skirt. Her wish was to finish the Jiangdong plow as soon as possible.
This matter has been going on for three months, and she knows that she is still lacking in ability, so she can only make up for it by reading more ancient books.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Mrs. Meng said with a smile when she noticed her daughter's absent-mindedness.
Thinking about the future, Gu Ningxi asked softly, "Does mother still like Jiangnan?"
His mother's hometown is located at the junction of the north and the south. When Gu Ningxi was a child, he often heard her talk about the scenery of her hometown.
"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"
Gu Ningxi said, "In two or three years, when I have accumulated enough achievements, I should be sent out."
Previously, because she was valued by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, she was assigned to one of the six ministries before she even left the Hanlin Academy, without having to be transferred elsewhere like other officials.
Gu Ningxi had been thinking about this for a long time, and this was the first time he had seriously discussed his plans with his mother: "If I'm sent out to serve as an official, would you mind going with me?"
With her salary at that time, she was confident that she could take good care of her mother.
The prosperity of Kyoto was like a raging fire. She had watched her mother trapped in the inner chambers of the Marquisate from a young age, being troubled by her grandmother, ridiculed by Madam Shen and her aunts, and even treated with indifference by the servants. Her father, however, was always hot and cold and never a supportive figure for her mother.
She saw it all. If she, the "legitimate son", had not been born, Qinlanyuan would have been unable to survive.
So when she was young, she made up her mind to study hard and become an official, hoping to take her mother out of the quagmire one day.
The family title was left to Gu Ningzheng. No matter how foolish and incompetent he was, he was the only legitimate son of the eldest house. He was the candidate for the crown prince that the family had decided on early on and would never give up. No matter what she and her elder sister did, they could not catch up.
Ajie's marriage was to help Gu Ningzheng, and her family's allowing her to enter the court was also paving the way for Gu Ningzheng.
When Gu Ningzheng is able to stand on his own, the family will no longer need her, a "legitimate son" who is a criminal who deceives the emperor and can bring disaster to the family at any time.
Leaving on her own initiative was the most respectable choice.
When she was sent to a distant place, she could take her mother to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the south without having to endure the intrigues in the marquis's mansion.
As for her and her mother, both served as officials, but as a local official, Gu Ningxi was able to better utilize her strengths. She built water conservancy projects, paved roads and bridges, cleared wasteland for planting, improved farm tools, and did practical things for the people, which was not in vain for the court's salary.
When Gu Ningxi suddenly told this to her mother, she knew that her mother would be surprised.
Seeing her mother remained silent for a long time, she continued cautiously, "As for my grandparents, my cousin said he would also find a way to transfer them to the South. His military achievements were made during the suppression of Southern Liang, so returning to the South would be a natural step, and he could bring my grandmother and the others with him."
Mrs. Meng looked at her daughter who had grown up in front of her, and her eyes were red without her realizing it. "You, my child, are not as easy as you say."
"So, mother agreed?"
Mrs. Meng wiped her tears with a handkerchief. It was rare for her daughter to have such a heart.
If... that day really comes, between her husband and her daughter, she will always choose her daughter.
…
Outside the main gate of Marquis Xuanping's mansion, Marquis Xuanping, who had received the news, hurried back to the mansion and waited.
His Royal Highness Prince Zhao had come in person to visit. Marquis Xuanping wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had barely missed the arrival of His Royal Highness Prince Zhao's carriage by half a second, and hadn't had time to inform the younger generation in the palace.
Sun Jing was also puzzled. When the emperor ordered people to prepare the carriage to leave the palace in the afternoon, he could only send someone to inform the Xuanping Marquis Mansion as soon as possible.
"Your Highness Prince Zhao has come to greet me. I am sorry for not coming here to greet you."
Lu Jingxu helped the Marquis of Xuanping and said, "I was just in a spur of the moment, please don't blame me, my Lord."
"How dare I, how dare I."
Prince Zhao's Mansion and Marquis Xuanping's Mansion rarely interact with each other, especially now that they are separated by the Eastern Palace, the relationship becomes even more delicate.
Lu Jing went to the Xuanping Marquis's mansion today to discuss government affairs. He said, "There's no need to mobilize a large force, let alone alarm the old marquis."
His Highness Prince Zhao spoke with sympathy, and Marquis Xuanping expressed gratitude: "Your Highness, please."
It is best to handle official matters impartially. His Majesty previously issued an order ordering him to supervise the defense of Kyoto together with His Royal Highness Prince Zhao.
In the main hall, tea was brewed. Lu Jing gently placed the teacup on the table. "Regarding this matter, my staff have drafted a new regulation. I have some free time today, so I'd like to show it to you, my Lord."
Marquis Xuanping took the thick memorial of more than ten pages from General Manager Sun. He had no time to read it carefully, so he could only ask His Royal Highness Prince Zhao to give him half a minute.
Lu Jing smiled and said, "No rush. Is Yuan Le at home? I just happen to have something to hand over to him."
Marquis Xuanping said "yes" and ordered someone to invite Erlangjun to the front hall.
"No need." Lu Jing said, "Today is his birthday, I will go find him."
【Author’s words】
Female goose: No moral ethics!
Marquis Xuanping, who was busy reading official documents, said: (Nods)
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