Chapter Ninety-Five
Hongyao, who accompanied Emperor Kangxi on his southern tour, did see many sights along the way, some good and some bad.
There were wealthy merchants and officials who lived in luxurious mansions, enjoying fine clothes and sumptuous food.
There were ragged, emaciated refugees who had nothing to eat and were scavenging what others had thrown away...
"Grandpa, can't we ensure that everyone in the world has enough to eat and wear?" Hongyao was still a naive and kind-hearted child, and his compassion arose.
"Grandpa, your father and I are working hard, and you must work hard too." To ensure that everyone in the world has enough to eat and wear is such a luxurious wish.
He understood his own grandson's thoughts and didn't discourage him.
Encouraged, Hongyao clenched his little fist and nodded vigorously, "I will."
So, what should he do?
Remembering his father's words, he wanted to raid the homes of corrupt officials, and grabbed Kangxi's clothes, saying, "Grandpa, raid their homes, corrupt officials, and then feed them..."
When Yinreng was short of money, confiscating property could really fill the treasury quickly, so he always thought about it. Even after he started doing business, he still felt that if corrupt officials were not eliminated, they would continue to harm the people.
Perhaps he had mentioned it to Hongyao at some point, and although Yinreng himself didn't care, Hongyao remembered it.
I hadn't thought of it before, but if I tried to dig it out, I could still find it in my memory.
"However, if we just feed them, it's not certain that all the money will be distributed to the people; it might be embezzled by other officials and wealthy businessmen..."
Soon, Hongyao realized what was happening and told Kangxi about his thought process.
He's still young, and with elders around, he needs their help to keep an eye on him. It's okay if he makes a mistake; he can just study harder and correct it.
Emperor Kangxi patted his little darling's head with satisfaction. It was quite impressive that he had thought this far at his age. However, when it came to employing people, it was very difficult... no, it should be said that it was simply impossible to find an official who was selfless and devoted to serving the people.
Everyone has their own ideas and opinions. As a leader, as long as the people below are capable, occasional minor flaws are not the focus.
Hongyao disagreed. Why must there be minor flaws? Public affairs are public affairs. If they harm the people, why condone it? Cut it off at the source, and their ambitions won't grow.
With so many scholars in the world, is it difficult to find an official to do something for them? No, it's not difficult.
Kangxi didn't argue with his young grandson, whose worldview was still based on black and white, about this issue. Instead, he changed the subject, saying, "Hongyao, how many stones of bow can you lift now? When your father was five years old, he accompanied his grandfather on an autumn hunt and shot a deer and a tiger..."
When Yinreng was mentioned, Hongyao's eyes lit up, and he proudly puffed out his little chest, "I'm definitely no worse than Father."
"Is that so? Then Grandfather, you'd better look forward to it." How could Kangxi not soften his heart when he saw Hongyao's noble and proud expression, which resembled Baocheng's?
Again, they refused to admit that what Guarjia said was true. Guarjia was unaware of the affairs of the court, yet she spoke clearly about certain things, such as snow disasters and floods...
It can only be said that the different people involved—Guarjia choosing the fourth prince after her rebirth and Fucha marrying the crown prince—led to different outcomes.
Lady Guarjia was a capable woman, Kangxi acknowledged. After all, after she became the Fourth Prince's consort, Yinzhen never had to worry about money.
The Crown Prince was different. Because Lady Fucha was not good at making money, the Crown Prince could not come up with the money to support his family. He would come to her for money and think about how to confiscate the money of corrupt officials. He even secretly took some of it, and Kangxi turned a blind eye to it.
Later, the Crown Princess partnered with the Ninth Prince to do business with Westerners. He knew that he had even helped capture those Westerners and pry them open, and that it had taken him a lot of effort to obtain the technology.
Because of the exorbitant profits from Western clocks and mirrors, Lao Jiu became obsessed with copper coins, thinking he could make a fortune by digging up anything from the West. Later, he learned about opium.
From this, the Crown Prince learned of the sinister intentions of the Westerners. Concerned about the safety of the Qing Dynasty, he asked Songgotu to investigate the Western cannons.
This series of changes taught Kangxi that history is not static; as long as one choice is made differently in the course of events, different outcomes will occur.
He wouldn't be afraid of the growing lion because of his age, so he would stay in this position and hold onto this power.
Kangxi knew that just because he didn't want to do it now didn't mean he wouldn't do it in the future.
Bao Cheng...
She had taken him to the Qianqing Palace to raise him from the moment he was born, and the crying baby grew into a plump little dumpling. She taught him step by step and watched him grow into a reliable young man.
Now that he has become an excellent crown prince, having poured more than 20 years of his heart and soul into it, how could he not feel heartache?
“When your father was little, he was even younger than you are now. If our Hongyao could be as capable as your father, Grandfather would be very pleased.” He reached out and patted Hongyao’s little head.
Just like when he patted Bao Cheng's head back then, his smile was full of encouragement.
"Grandpa, are you... unhappy?" Hongyao sensed a hint of sadness in Grandpa's tone, but didn't understand what Grandpa was sad about.
Could it be... that he's saddened because he's not as good as his father?
Hongyao quickly explained, "Grandpa, don't worry, I'll definitely be better than you! He hunts deer, and I'll hunt bears!"
The scene of the child's anxious clinging to his own hand, as if afraid he wouldn't believe it, was exactly the same as the expression on Bao Cheng's face when he held his own hand and insisted on comparing himself to Yin Ti back then.
"Alright, alright, Grandfather, we'll wait." Kangxi patted his shoulder. "Grandfather is tired. Hongyao, recite your lessons for Grandfather. He wants to fall asleep while listening to the sound of reading."
Hongyao didn't understand his grandfather's quirk, but as a filial grandson of the emperor, he still spoke up for Kangxi.
The sound of reading aloud could be heard coming from inside the carriage.
The rumbling carriage headed towards a city. Kangxi influenced Hongyao, and at the same time, Hongyao was also influencing Kangxi. Corrupt officials... were indeed intolerable, especially those who preyed on the people, forcing them to sell their land and children and still not be able to survive...
In the capital city.
Emperor Kangxi went on a southern tour, and without any pressure on him, the Crown Prince lived a carefree and unrestrained life, especially with the help of his fourth, fifth, and eighth sons.
Whether you have ambition or not, come and work for me. You're eating the emperor's salary, and you still want to be a carefree, spoiled prince? Don't even think about it!
Yinzhi's busy schedule meant he didn't have much time or energy to devote to the backyard.
In the past two or three months, both Consort Hesheli and Consort Fucha had entered his harem. At first, the Eighth Prince's wife was confined to her quarters, and Consort Hesheli and Consort Fucha were equally popular. In a month and a half, whoever got pregnant first was the one who had the ability.
As for the concubines and the two princesses, they were already suppressed by the Fujin and could not turn the tables. How could they dare to fight against the two concubines who came from noble families and seemed to be not easy to mess with?
We don't dare, you guys have fun, we're already used to it anyway.
"Why are you so useless?" Princess Hesheli looked down at her belly, somewhat annoyed. She had been on par with Lady Fucha for three months, yet she still hadn't gotten pregnant.
"Consort, there's been no movement from Consort Fucha's side either." The maid beside her coaxed her, "Consort, you must be patient and gentle, otherwise the Eighth Prince will only go to Consort Fucha's side. Do you want to lose to Consort Fucha?"
The maid knew her mistress's temperament and was trying to comfort her, knowing which approach to take to effectively persuade her.
As expected, the hand that was already itching to slam its fist on the table stopped, and the expression became subtle. "I know, I know."
That shouldn't be the case. She's in good health. She even had her pulse checked before entering the Eighth Prince's residence.
However, it took my mother more than half a year to conceive after marrying my father. No rush, no rush.
When Consort Guo Luoluo, who was under house arrest, learned that Yinzhi had already married two concubines, she was filled with intense jealousy.
She also had a self-destructive habit of always asking the Eighth Prince where he would be staying that night. Once she found out that he was staying at the residence of a concubine, she would start to throw a tantrum and smash a lot of porcelain in the mansion.
With the Eighth Prince's wife confined to her quarters, the two concubines became the stewards. However, the two concubines, Hesheli and Fucha, would not tolerate the Eighth Prince's wife and reported the matter directly to Yinzhi.
There's only so much silver in the anti-corruption campaign; do you expect them to use their dowries for public purposes like the Eighth Prince's wife? Impossible!
Yinzhi also disliked Guoluo's style. He liked bright and flamboyant women, but he also felt sorry for gentle and beautiful women, such as the two concubines who endured their temper.
Occasionally, when I couldn't help but throw a little tantrum, I just considered it a pleasure in the bedroom.
They sent Guo Luoluo Shi unbreakable wooden plates and bowls directly. When the Eighth Princess saw these wooden bowls, chopsticks, plates and basins, she was so angry that she almost exploded. How could two lowly maids humiliate her like this?
She cried and made a scene, but the two concubines ignored her. As for whether they would report to Yinzhi? Perhaps they did, perhaps they didn't. In any case, Yinzhi didn't go over to comfort the Eighth Prince's wife.
Sure enough, in the hearts of his two concubines, Yinzhi was a ruthless man, and that was confirmed.
Yinzhi was really busy. The Crown Prince had entrusted him with many things to handle, and most of them were urgent matters that needed to be dealt with on the same day.
Yinzhi was willing to do so. If he didn't work hard, how could he let his father see his changes? How could he surpass the Crown Prince?
Yinreng understood this mindset of his, and after entrusting the matter to Yinsi, he could go back and cultivate his relationship with the Crown Princess.
He went straight to bed when he got back. The servants below were heartbroken to see how tired and exhausted their master was, so they naturally didn't bother him with trivial matters from the backyard.
When the Eighth Prince's wife, Lady Guoluo, first started making a scene, she wanted to get Yinzhi's attention. Unfortunately, no matter how much she made a scene, it was useless. After becoming a laughing stock, she stopped making a scene.
When Yinzhi inquired, his subordinates said everything was fine, so he didn't pay much attention.
He was very busy, and occasionally he also had to check on his two concubines...
Finally, Guo Luoluo was released from confinement. The first thing she did was wash up and change her clothes to see what right those two vixen maids had to compete with her for her Eighth Master.
No, no, no, I shouldn't go in person. As a Fujin (a high-ranking concubine), if I go to their courtyard myself, I'll be considered inferior.
"As a secondary consort, how can she not come to pay her respects to the primary consort? Go, let them come over." The Eighth Prince Consort, Lady Guoluo, sat on the table, never losing her pride no matter the circumstances.
How could Consort Hesheli and Consort Fucha not know the Eighth Prince's temperament? They were just of lower status, so there was nothing they could do.
When they went to pay their respects to the Eighth Prince's wife, they met each other outside the courtyard. They looked at each other with disgust. How annoying! The Emperor actually bestowed a marriage upon them, and they both entered the Eighth Prince's mansion at the same time.
It's truly a tragic fate that one can't escape in this lifetime.
"Hmph, it's been so long and there's still no sign of pregnancy. Looks like you're not so great after all."
"You have the nerve to talk about me like that? Aren't you the same? The Princess Consort is out now, let's see how long you can keep gloating."
"Are you talking about me, or you?"
The two women started bickering as soon as they stepped outside. The woman, dressed in a delicate and submissive manner by her maid, looked at her with mockery in her eyes.
But then I realized I was in a similar situation, so I reached out and gently touched my hair. Oh well, I decided not to argue with her.
Upon arriving at the main courtyard, the two were immediately put on a show of force by the Eighth Prince's wife, who stopped them at the entrance and told them to wait, as she had just taken a nap.
You glanced at the newly risen sun and said this is a nap? Pshaw!
Who doesn't know that the Fujin did this on purpose? Standing outside, the two 'delicate' concubines staggered after only a short while, unable to stand steadily.
"My wife is being so harsh on me. I'm going to complain to the master."
"That's right, the master would never treat us like this..."
They might bicker, but when it comes to teaming up to sabotage others, they're perfectly in sync.
"Consort, be careful, don't fall..." The maid beside her hurriedly stepped forward, raising her voice, "Your Highness is really going too far, how could you mistreat you like this..."
Their back-and-forth banter vividly portrayed the viciousness, cruelty, and abuse of the Eighth Prince's wife towards her concubines. Especially when there were people who were not part of the main wife present, it was easy for the matter to be spread.
Many people know that the Eighth Prince's wife was confined to her quarters for two reasons: first, because she fought with the Seventh Prince's wife, and second, because the Eighth Prince's wife was jealous. Despite being married to the Eighth Prince for many years, she not only had no children of her own but also refused to give birth to any of his concubines.
This also led the Emperor to bestow two concubines upon the Eighth Prince, thinking that their noble family backgrounds would be enough to make the Eighth Prince's wife wary.
In reality...
Inside, the nanny also heard what the two concubines were saying and felt that the main wife shouldn't be so impulsive. Wouldn't that give the two concubines something to use against her?
Besides, the master is currently quite fond of his two concubines.
"Madam, this isn't good for your reputation," the nanny said, feeling that the Madam had become even more unscrupulous after being confined for three months.
How could the Eighth Prince's wife possibly listen? She wished she could waste away the lives of those two women who were vying for the prince's favor.
"Let them in." That's right, the Eighth Prince's wife would be happier if they stood outside or knelt before her to serve her tea.
Instruct those around you to prepare the tea for the ceremony to be piping hot, just boiled.
The Eighth Prince's wife's idea was indeed very good, but she overlooked a very important question: was the other party willing to follow in her footsteps?
Obviously not.
Kneeling down to serve tea? It's common practice for the tea to be too hot and accidentally spill on the princess, but the key point is... the two of them coordinated it exceptionally well.
"Madam, why is the water for serving tea so hot?"
"Waaah, my fingers are all blistered..."
The two people pretending to cry started crying, while the Eighth Prince's wife, whose tea had been accidentally spilled on her by them, screamed, "Aaaaaaah!!!"
It was impossible for Lady Guoluo to undress in front of so many people, so the maidservant beside her quickly helped her into the inner room to change her clothes and apply ointment...
You bitch!
Two despicable people.
How could the Eighth Prince's wife not see that the two women were doing it on purpose? After changing her clothes, she slammed her hand on the table and ordered them to kneel down, "Who gave you permission to get up?"
"Madam, we've finished serving tea, so get up now. Go change your clothes; you don't have time to deal with us."
"Yes, Madam, you should tell your maids to be more careful in the future. If they are so careless in their work, what will happen if other maids are like this? Wouldn't that make them a laughing stock?"
Consort Hesheli and Consort Fucha may appear delicate and gentle, but the things they say can be incredibly infuriating.
"How dare you! Who gave you permission to speak to me like that without any manners?" The Eighth Princess scolded angrily, giving a wink to the people around her, intending to treat the two secondary princesses the same way she treated the concubines.
They were forced to kneel on the ground, given medication, and slapped...
Unexpectedly, the servants around the two concubines were probably attacked. As they approached, one of them grabbed their wrists and twisted them backward, causing them to scream in pain.
One kick for each of the burly old women...
The Eighth Prince's wife never expected this situation. Especially when she saw the two strong maids knocking several old women and maids to the ground and staring at her fiercely, she felt that they were about to rush over and beat her up. She panicked a little.
"How dare you lay a hand on my people? Insubordination!" She spoke in a stern voice to mask her inner panic, forcing herself to maintain the dignity of a princess consort.
"Fujin, it was your people who tried to harm us. Did you want to mistreat us? Did you want to beat us?" Hesheli, the side Fujin, angrily questioned the Eighth Fujin. The next second, with red eyes, she turned around and ran out crying.
"Fujin, this is too much! They even want to hit us..." Fucha Consort Fujin couldn't hold back any longer. If they didn't run away, she really would have to take action.
Unable to cry, she could only cover her face with her hands and run outside, but her voice, trembling with sobs, cried out that the princess had sent people to beat them...
The news quickly spread throughout the backyard.
As soon as Yinzhi returned, his servants informed him of this matter.
Yinzhi's face darkened. Why is the First Consort being targeted as soon as she is released from confinement?
Yinzhi was indeed dissatisfied with Lady Guoluo in the presence of his two gentle and affectionate concubines.
However, he still needed to appease the two concubines, after all... they were princesses of the Hesheli and Fucha families.
When the Eighth Prince's wife learned that he had returned and that his first priority was to visit those two wretches instead of her, she was even more furious.
And so, the commotion started again...
The Eighth Prince's residence was located near the Yongjun Prince's residence, separated by only a wall. It would be difficult for Yinzhen not to notice the noisy commotion.
It's really annoying. At this moment, Yinzhen couldn't help but think of the Third Prince's wife and his wife who had already been given death by his father. Women are just a bunch of annoying things.
If you choose well, like the Crown Princess, that would be quite good... But, the eldest son and the Crown Prince's harem only has children with their wives; they don't have a single concubine.
It's understandable that the eldest son wants to have a legitimate son, but the Crown Prince... it's obvious that Father Emperor wouldn't allow the Crown Prince to favor only one woman.
Why then did none of the princesses or concubines in the Crown Prince's harem conceive? Perhaps the seemingly virtuous and gentle Crown Princess...
For a moment, Yinzhen felt that it was quite good to have two sons; his eldest son, Honghui, was healthy and well-fed.
The second son was sickly, but thanks to the care of several imperial physicians and the expenditure of countless precious medicinal herbs, his life was barely kept afloat, though he still occasionally suffered from fever and illness.
But, even though it seemed like she could be raised, Yinzhen's heart was in turmoil.
To prevent his offspring from being murdered, he decided that he would protect women who were pregnant and have the children moved to the front yard as soon as they gave birth.
However, the Crown Prince has been really annoyed lately. He has to delegate everything to the Eighth Prince or to him. He feels like he's about to die from overwork.
The noise from next door is unbearable; can't people just get some rest?
"Your Majesty, the First Prince is crying and wants to see you..." Just as Yinzhen was working overtime at home to handle the government affairs assigned by the Crown Prince, Su Peisheng was reporting outside the door.
He disliked the Guarjia clan, but regarding his plump and healthy eldest son, Yinzhen went from initial reluctance to later acceptance and then to affection. At this moment, Yinzhen finally understood.
Why is it that every time the Emperor chooses between them and the Crown Prince, he always favors the Crown Prince?
It wasn't just because of the Crown Prince, but also because... the Crown Prince was raised by the Emperor himself, and the Emperor had poured most of his heart and soul into him...
Finally, gathering all her emotions, she got up to go see her two sons.
Meanwhile, the three young imperial grandsons, Hongyang, Hongxuan, and Hongtun, sat bored in the amusement park that had been set up in the main courtyard of Yuqing Palace, which was equipped with swings, seesaws, and slides.
However, with the Emperor and his elder brother away from the capital, I really don't know where they go to have fun.
"Shall we go find my little brother to play with?" Hongyang thought of his uncle's child. He had met him once before, but the child was a little... ugly. But it didn't matter, they didn't mind.
“Mother won’t let us leave the palace.” Hongxuan shook his head, still remembering this point no matter what.
"Let's sneak off." The three chubby little ones, tired of staying at home, couldn't sit still. They were also bored of playing at Yuqing Palace. As for studying? Sorry, they were still little babies; they didn't want to.
"Okay." Hongxuan and Hongtun nodded vigorously at Hongyang's terrible idea, their chubby little faces practically shaking as they looked thinner, their childish voices full of agreement.
The three little ones knew they needed to keep this a secret, so they huddled together and whispered, their eyes darting around to see if anyone was eavesdropping.
The three chubby little boys were about to leave Yuqing Palace with their short legs, and there were quite a few people following behind them. Naturally, some of them hurriedly went to report to the Crown Princess.
Jialuo knew they had gone out to play again. "Who are they looking for?"
"The three young princes said they wanted to go play with their younger brother..." The servant didn't know who the younger brother he was talking about was, but in the princes' quarters and the harem, perhaps... he was looking for the seventeenth prince?
Oh... the Seventeenth Prince?
"Go ahead, but have someone keep an eye on them." In Jia Luo's opinion, Hong Xuan and the others were tired of staying at home and wanted to go play with the neighbor's kids, but the neighbor's kids were a bit far away.
However, with so many servants, maids, and nannies following them, and because of the small accident last time, after a few people were replaced, their skin tightened.
You'll never find a master as good as him anywhere else in the world.
After leaving, they said they were going to find their younger brother Hongyu, but he was outside the palace? Do they have to leave the palace to find him and play together?
Then, then, "Shall we leave the palace?"
In their memory, they had never left the palace. The three chubby boys' eyes lit up, and they waved their short, chubby hands, "Let's go out of the palace and play with our little brother Hongyu."
“Three princes, you cannot leave the palace…” Upon seeing that the three of them were about to leave the palace, the servants were terrified and hurriedly tried to stop them.
"Why?" Hongyang looked at him with confusion and bewilderment. Why couldn't they leave the palace?
"Your Highness, if Your Highness and the Crown Princess do not approve, this servant dares not let you go." How could this servant dare to let the three young princes run around outside? If something happens, no one can escape responsibility.
They dared not risk their young master's life, so they knelt and begged the three young masters to go back quickly, or they would go play with the seventeenth prince instead.
The fifteenth and sixteenth princes have already gone to the princes' quarters to start their studies. The seventeenth prince is about the same age as the three young masters, so they should be able to play together.
"The Seventeenth Prince?"
"Who is it? Seventeen...brother?"
"Younger brother, right?"
"It's Uncle Seventeen." He sighed. His other two brothers were both slow-witted, and he was the one who had to shoulder the burden of the family.
"Then, do you want to go play with Uncle Seventeen?" Frowning, Hongyang thought, since he didn't know any of them, he preferred to go to his father. "I want to go to my father."
“Okay, then let’s go find Father.” Hongxuan thought for a moment and felt that going to find Father was something he was more looking forward to, as he hadn’t seen Father for many days.
“Let’s go find Father.” Hongyang received his younger brother’s nod of approval and immediately set off on his short legs to find Father. Then he remembered, “Oh, where is Father?”
“Father, it must be in the Qianqing Palace.” Hongxuan nodded seriously, took the first step with his short legs, and led his chubby little brother along.
At this time, Yinreng was indeed in the Qianqing Palace, but he was not sitting on the dragon throne. He was talking with his father's trusted confidants.
Outside the hall, the sweet, childlike voices of three chubby babies called out, "Father! Father!!"
As soon as the voice fell, three adorable chubby little figures appeared at the entrance of the palace, and the guards did not stop the little prince.
"Father!" The three little babies' eyes lit up when they saw their father, and they ran over quickly on their short legs.
Seeing several unfamiliar strangers, he looked at them with slight wariness, then ran to his father and hugged his leg. "Father, Hongyang hasn't seen you in so long! What are you doing here?"
The other officials stopped talking when they heard the three chubby little boys calling out, and their eyes instinctively turned to look outside.
Then they saw the three adorable, chubby little babies in the Crown Prince's household. Perhaps it was because the Crown Prince and Crown Princess were both quite good-looking that the three little ones were so cute, especially their fair and chubby appearance, which made these old folks even more fond of them.
Watching the cuddly little one fawn over the prince, she couldn't help but feel envious. Look at other people's children! And then look at her own?
Seeing myself was like seeing a great demon, I avoided him. Did he look scary? Really.
"Hmm, what brings you here?" Yinreng listened to the other old men's covetous thoughts about his little brat without even blinking, and asked calmly in a seemingly indifferent tone.
"I miss Father." Hongyang didn't know anything about being reserved and expressed his longing as directly as Jialuo.
“Yes, little brother misses Father too.” Hongxuan was used to taking care of his second and fourth brothers. Seeing that his fourth brother seemed a little shy and dared not express his longing, he quickly spoke up for Hongtun.
Hongtun looked at Yinreng with sparkling eyes, his gaze filled with affection for him.
The other old folks: Ahhhhhh, is this what other people's children are like? Why do other people's children rush over to hug us and say they miss their fathers??
Thinking of my own brat, I'm already being quite grateful that he doesn't ask me for money.
"Father, we want to go out of the palace to play with our younger brother Hongyu." Seeing that his father seemed to have a lot of things to do, and with so many old men around, Hongxuan knew how to know when to advance and when to retreat.
I won't disturb Ama while he's doing his work.
"No, sit here and play." He had small stools brought up, and also had primers brought up for the three young princes, as it was time for them to begin their education.
Three chubby kids walked right into the trap: ? ? ?
Hmm? Father, we didn't come to read books, we came to play with you.
"Father, Father, I, we, want to go play with Seventeenth Uncle." Hongyang, who disliked reading the most, immediately refused Yinreng's order, let go of his father's leg, and took a step back.
"Father, I'm leaving..." After letting go, he was about to turn and leave when Yinreng grabbed him by the collar. Hongyang struggled wildly as he was lifted up.
"Father, let go of me! I... I'll learn... I'll learn..." Hongyang pleaded pitifully. He vowed never to miss his father again, waah...
Hongxuan knew that his father was worried that the three of them had secretly run away from the palace.
You idiot Hongyang, can't you just say you want to go back to your mother?
(End of this chapter)
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