Chapter 122 "Cui Lingyi, what exactly do you want to do...?"
Xiao Che frowned slightly: "You...you're the one who had Zhen'er invite me here?"
"That's right. His Highness has always avoided seeing me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to see His Highness either."
"Ha, Zhen'er has really made something of herself, actually helping outsiders to deceive her own brother. I've spoiled her for nothing."
"Don't blame her, she was just trying to help you."
"Help me?" Xiao Che chuckled, stepped forward, and leaned down slightly to examine her: "Miss Cui, it seems there's nothing to say between us."
Cui Lingyi's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly: "I know you want the position of crown prince. Cooperate with me, and I can help you."
"Oh?" Xiao Che lifted his eyelids, and said with interest, "How does Miss Cui intend to help me?"
“If you marry me, the Cui family will naturally help you take that position faster and more securely.”
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow: "Did your father send you?"
“No, it was my own idea.” Cui Lingyi looked at him, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion, which quietly swirled within them. “But as long as you agree, Xiao Che, I assure you, I will definitely be able to persuade my father.”
"Oh? That's strange. Miss Cui has always been arrogant and haughty. Why is she now taking the initiative to marry me? I'm afraid I'm not good enough for her."
“It’s not that I despise you…” Cui Lingyi lowered her eyelashes and said softly, “I am the eldest daughter of the Cui family. Having enjoyed the glory that the family has brought me, I must naturally bear the family’s mission. The Cui family and the Lanling clan have a long-standing feud. In the past, the head of the family was seduced by a woman from Lanling and leaked the defense map, almost becoming a sinner who brought disaster to the country and the people for all eternity. After killing that woman from Lanling, he also committed suicide to atone for his sins…”
"From then on, the Cui clan established a clan precept that the people of Lanling are most skilled at bewitching and seducing, and that they are base and despicable. Members of the Cui clan must never have anything to do with them."
Xiao Che's eyes were cold, but a smile flickered across his lips. He moved closer to her, his breath lightly brushing her cheek, and said slowly, "So, our Miss Cui, aren't you afraid that I'll bewitch and seduce you now?"
His voice was magnetic, with a hint of nonchalance and languor, seemingly casual yet incredibly alluring.
Xiao Che's aura enveloped her, a faint scent of agarwood, a calming fragrance that inexplicably made her restless, her heart unable to find peace.
Cui Lingyi was momentarily flustered, then pursed her lips and said, "I used to be afraid." As she spoke, she looked up and unexpectedly bumped into Xiao Che's face, which was so close to hers. Her breath caught in her throat, and it took her a long time to come to her senses. She quickly looked away and said, "But now, hasn't Your Highness cleared up the bloodline controversy?"
"So you're going to marry me? If I were still the lowly Lanling person you speak of, would you still want to marry me?"
He was about to say something when his eyes flickered and he suddenly noticed that her fair earlobes had turned bright red. He chuckled and said, "I never expected that the usually aloof and arrogant Miss Cui would blush. This act is a bit too convincing."
He said, “Miss Cui, the person you want to marry has never been me, but the future crown prince of Great Wei. When the crown prince was Xiao Jue, you wanted to marry him. Now that he is showing signs of decline, and I am a potential crown prince, you want to marry me, is that it?”
"In your eyes, Xiao Jue and I are the same, just stepping stones on your path to becoming empress. What makes you think I would agree to that?"
Cui Lingyi looked up, her eyes misty, concealing many emotions. Something flashed by, but it was hard to see clearly: "You and Xiao Jue are of course different."
“Third Prince,” she said, “between you and the Crown Prince, I would prefer you to be the heir apparent.”
Xiao Che was slightly taken aback.
But he quickly laughed nonchalantly again, giving her a cold look and saying, "Now that you've secured the position of Crown Prince, it's natural for you to say that."
"Does someone like you have any sincerity? You're just weighing the pros and cons. Why should I be a pawn in your calculations?"
He slowly straightened up, then gave her a cold look: "Alright, Miss Cui, I don't have time to play these pointless games with you. Don't look for me again."
He turned and left after speaking. Cui Lingyi paused for a moment, then slowly clenched her fist, as if finally making a decision. She took a step forward and chased after him: "Xiao Che, don't go, listen to me—"
Xiao Che was tall with long legs, so he took long strides and quickly widened the distance between them.
This parting may mean we'll rarely have the chance to speak alone again.
In his haste, Cui Lingyi ran too fast and accidentally twisted his ankle, falling heavily to the ground.
Xiao Che stopped when he heard the noise, frowned slightly, and finally turned around.
A pair of black boots slowly came into view, and Cui Lingyi looked up in a daze: "Third Prince..."
Xiao Che, with an indifferent expression, impatiently extended his hand to her: "Get up."
“Miss Cui went out without even a maidservant. It’s just the two of us here. If something happens, I’m afraid the blame will fall on me.”
Cui Lingyi pursed her lips and remained silent.
That fall was quite hard; my elbow was hit hard, and now it's difficult for me to even lift my arm.
Xiao Che noticed her embarrassment and suppressed his impatience. He bent down and squatted in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders as he was about to help her up. However, Cui Lingyi suddenly trembled and threw herself into his arms without warning. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Third Prince, don't go. Let me finish what I have to say."
Xiao Che's body tensed immediately, speechless with shock for a moment, and he said coldly, "What are you doing?"
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time…” Cui Lingyi buried her face in his chest, her voice as faint as smoke: “Listen to me, I will help you. I will make sure you ascend to that position before the year-end ceremony, as long as you marry me. Delay will only lead to complications. Wouldn’t it be better to achieve your wish sooner and save a lot of effort?”
"The Cui family possesses the Xuanlin Pill, known for its ability to 'bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded.' While this is an exaggeration, it does have the power to revive the dead. As long as there is still a breath left, no matter how severe the injury or how critical the illness, taking the Xuanlin Pill can bring the patient back to life. My father promised me that the Xuanlin Pill would be part of my dowry on my wedding day—this is my sincere intention." "Helping you is helping myself. Third Prince, I also beg you to help me..."
"Cui Lingyi, what exactly do you want to do?"
"What do I want to do?" Cui Lingyi's lips curled into a fleeting smile. Her face was extremely aloof, ethereal and stunning, yet as fragile and easily broken as glass.
Her gaze fell on a point in the void, and she murmured, "I just want to live according to my own heart for once."
"Only this once."
"I'm so tired after all these years..."
"Xiao Che, can you hug me?"
...
On the opposite side of the Purple Cloud Pavilion, Yan Jiarou stood on high, staring blankly at the scene below.
Cui Lingyi was tightly embracing Xiao Che, whispering something in his ear.
The distance was too great; she couldn't see Xiao Che's expression or hear their conversation.
But Xiao Che's face was so striking that even from this distance, she could still recognize him at a glance.
He wore a dark gray fur coat, with a corner of a brocade robe peeking out from underneath. The robe was the color of sky blue after rain, exactly the same as the one he had seen in the bamboo forest earlier.
Judging by the time, it was almost exactly the same as when he came out after his tryst with Ji Le and then went to Yu Dong Bridge.
It was indeed Xiao Che without a doubt.
If you only heard a voice and didn't see the face, you could say, "Seeing is believing." But now that you've seen it with your own eyes, there's no escaping it, and you have no choice but to believe it.
Xiao Che, she thought, do you know how much I want to make excuses for you?
What a pity...
Ji Le, Cui Lingyi...
How many women do you actually have?
The vow of a lifetime of love and commitment was ultimately broken by you first.
Unable to bear witnessing this horrifying scene any longer, Yan Jiarou turned pale, hastily averted her gaze, and hurriedly descended the pavilion.
Xiao Jue glanced down and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
He turned around and immediately chased after her, saying, "Jiarou, wait." He grabbed her arm from behind and asked, "My third brother's romantic entanglements go far beyond these—do you remember the top courtesan at the Wanhua Pavilion in Huaizhou, named Hua Yao?"
Yan Jiarou paused, stiffly turned around, and looked up at Xiao Jue. She heard her own voice ring out hoarsely, "You... how did you know?"
Hua Yao naturally remembered that her second brother had accidentally killed someone in order to compete with others for her.
When Xiao Jue mentioned Hua Yao at this moment, was he implying that even Hua Yao had a secret affair with Xiao Che?
I already had a vague premonition.
She felt a wave of dizziness and quickly reached out to hold onto the railing to keep her balance.
Xiao Jue then took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to her, saying, "I sent someone to Qianzhou. Your second brother has something to say to you. Everything he wants to say is written in this letter."
Yan Jiarou had a premonition that the letter must be related to Xiao Che, so she immediately turned her face away and subconsciously wanted to escape: "...I don't want to read it, Crown Prince, don't force me."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jue calmly withdrew the letter, not pressing her, and said, "Although this letter is addressed to you, I have already read its contents. If you don't want to read it, I can read it to you."
"In his letter, Xiao Yan said that his current predicament was all Xiao Che's doing. The Mad Horse case used Xiao Yan to have me trampled by horses and seriously injured in vital areas. This not only confirmed his crime of harming his elder brother, but also plunged me into an inhuman scandal. It was a double kill, how insidious."
"Back in Huaizhou, it was he who set up the scheme, causing Xiao Yan to accidentally kill someone. The courtesan of Wanhua Tower, Miss Hua Yao, was his pawn. Since she was a pawn, it was only natural to sacrifice her to save the king."
"But what methods did he use to make a courtesan willing to disfigure herself rather than confess to him? Jia Rou, you should be able to figure it out."
"He has used this method many times before. You are not the first, and you will certainly not be the last."
“I told you long ago, the people of Lanling have always been like this, each and every one of them looks like a femme fatale, which is why there is talk of ‘the downfall of a country’. They are the most despicable, willing to use their looks to seduce others in order to achieve their goals. They are good at bewitching people’s hearts, and this applies to both men and women. My third brother is even more outstanding than his predecessors. Jia Rou, wake up, don’t be bewitched by him.”
Yan Jiarou's body trembled slightly. Suddenly, she snatched the letter from Xiao Jue's hand. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably. After several attempts, she finally pulled out the letter, unfolded it, and saw that what was written in the letter was exactly the same as what Xiao Jue had said.
The letter even revealed some details of her and Xiao Yan's days in Huaizhou, which could not possibly be faked.
—This letter was indeed written by Xiao Yan.
Tears fell silently, drop by drop, onto the letter paper, staining the ink in large patches.
Everything Xiao Jue said was true.
Then those details she had deliberately ignored in the past resurfaced. That day, in a half-dream state, she heard Xiao Che leaning against the door talking to Xue Zhi. The content of the conversation was clearly that he wanted Cui Yu to hate Xiao Yan completely, rather than to help Xiao Yan settle the death of Cui Run.
She had a vague feeling that something was wrong at the time, but she didn't think about it too much. Now it seems that everything was indeed a scheme set up by Xiao Che.
Xiao Yan treated him so well, and she always thought that the two were like brothers. Who knew that he would stab her in the back?
Looking back now, it only sends chills down my spine.
Xiao Che betrayed even his close friend, his second brother, for the sake of that position, so what chance would he have against her?
What was she? She was nothing more than a tool he used to crush Xiao Jue's will, a plaything for revenge and humiliation.
Seeing his younger sister, who used to say she hated him and always opposed him, one day become infatuated with him, even begging for his pleasure in a shameless and undignified manner, he must feel very pleased.
Yes, is there any more satisfying way to get revenge in the world?
How brilliant, and how cruel.
He acted so well. She genuinely believed he liked her a lot, but in the end, she was completely fooled by him.
This winter is colder than in previous years. Even though it's only the beginning of winter, the chill is already quite biting. The cold seeps into your bones and climbs along your meridians to your heart, like being pierced by fine, icy silver needles. The pain is bone-chilling.
She couldn't help but tremble.
Xiao Jue also noticed that something was wrong with her; her face was completely pale, and her whole body was trembling.
He gripped her shoulders, asking anxiously, "Jiarou, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Yan Jiarou's eyelashes fluttered slightly, her voice soft and distant, as if from afar: "Crown Prince Brother..."
She said, "I don't want to be a fool anymore."
"What?" Xiao Jue was stunned for a moment, and after he realized what was happening, he felt a pang of heartache: "Jiarou, this is not your fault. Xiao Che lied to you. He is the one who deserves to die."
"I'm sorry, I was fickle and indecisive, unable to resist temptation, and betrayed you. I became Xiao Che's tool to deal with you, indirectly harming you..."
A bitter smile escaped her lips as she murmured, "Now, I'm reaping what I sowed..."
He sighed softly and pulled her into his arms: "Jiarou, don't say that. I've never blamed you."
“As long as you come to your senses now, it’s not too late. We can start over, and I will treat you the same as before.”
“As for Xiao Che, you should now see him for who he really is,” he said, stroking the back of her head and whispering in her ear, “If you haven’t completely given up and want to find more evidence, then go and take a look at Han Guang Palace.”
——
On the Jade Bridge, Xiao Che finally pushed Cui Lingyi away. He simply held her shoulders and helped her up from the ground. His tone was as cold as ever. He said, "Even without the Cui family's help, I can still sit in that position and fulfill my mother's last wish."
“Miss Cui, I don’t consider myself a gentleman. If it were before, you might have wanted to cooperate with me and get what you wanted, but now I have someone I really want to marry, and I will never sacrifice her, no matter when or where. So it’s impossible for me to marry you.”
Cui Lingyi gave a bleak smile, her voice drifting in the winter mist, inexplicably tinged with a sense of desolation: "I should have thought of that sooner... but I don't regret it, Third Prince. In this life, one should live for oneself at least once, shouldn't one?"
Xiao Che frowned slightly.
Cui Lingyi looked at him, a very slight smile curving her lips: "Is the person you like Princess Qinghe?"
Xiao Che frowned: "How could you..."
"Is it surprising?" Cui Lingyi seemed lost in some kind of memory, and said blankly, "Because the way you look at her every time is extremely familiar to me."
“Alright, Your Highness,” she said, taking his arm and smiling at him. “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t abandon me? Please help me to the pavilion across the way. Afterwards, just inform Zhen’er, and she will inform the people in my residence. In this way, Your Highness’s reputation will not be tarnished.”
Xiao Che glanced at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he still took her hand and led her step by step into the pavilion.
At the end of the bridge is the waterside pavilion, only a few dozen meters away.
She twisted her ankle and had to walk extremely slowly, so Xiao Che slowed down to match her pace.
And so this short stretch of road seemed to grow very long.
Never before had she wished this road would never end.
There is a saying in Japanese tea ceremony: "Once gained, always gained."① Today, he helped her walk this path. Does that count as "holding hands"?
Even if it was only for a brief moment, it was something you had, and looking back on it years later, you'll probably feel it was beautiful.
——
Yan Jiarou walked along the palace road in a daze, the words Xiao Jue had said before leaving echoing in her ears: "If you haven't completely given up and want to find more evidence, then go and see Han Guang Palace."
"Then let's go take a look at the Han Guang Palace..."
"Then let's go take a look at the Han Guang Palace..."
Looking up, she realized she had unknowingly walked here. Fearing she would run into Xiao Che, she didn't know how to face him, so she immediately turned around and walked back. Unexpectedly, she bumped into someone.
The person who came in exclaimed "Ouch!" and seemed to be holding something in their hands, which fell to the ground with a thud.
Startled, Yan Jiarou took a step back and looked down. She saw a lacquered ebony box lying on the blue bricks, with books and scrolls scattered all over the ground. They were not confidential documents, but rather collections of essays such as "Annotations on the Six Dynasties Parallel Prose" and "Supplements to the Discourses on Salt and Iron," or books related to politics.
The one who was bending down and tidying up was Ji Le.
Yan Jiarou slowly clenched her fist, about to look away, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a brocade handkerchief slipping out from between the pages of the book. Judging from its color and style, it was clearly a woman's item.
Yan Jiarou's heart started pounding again, her eardrums vibrated violently with her heartbeat, and her ears immediately started ringing.
She almost developed a conditioned reflex, instinctively feeling that the owner of the embroidered handkerchief must also have an affair with Xiao Che. So she immediately bent down to pick up the handkerchief, almost losing her composure. Only after picking it up did she notice that there was a file under the handkerchief.
—Among numerous collections of writings and volumes, this is the only single volume.
Perhaps out of some kind of intuition, she picked it up as well.
Upon turning to the first page, the first thing you see is a name—Jiang Yan.
With a tremor of his hand, a piece of paper with cloud patterns slipped out of the file, revealing yet another person's name on it—Jia Wei.
Then she suddenly remembered that she had seen these two things a long time ago, in Xiao Che's study.
These two names, Jiang Yan and Jia Wei, represent Xiao Che's nominal mother, who helped him clear his name of any controversy regarding his bloodline; and a leader from a humble background who praised him in court, and is now the mainstay of Xiao Che's faction.
So that's how it is... So he started planning this all along.
She gave a self-deprecating laugh, a numb sense of desolation rising from the depths of her heart. She lowered her head and unfolded the embroidered handkerchief in her hand, where two words were clearly embroidered in the lower right corner.
A person's name, Hua Yao.
It was as if her mouth and nose were being submerged by an icy tide; all sounds around her vanished instantly, and she was plunged into boundless darkness, unable to see or hear anything.
That bone-chilling cold crept up again, like thorny vines, slowly wrapping around and binding the heart, then suddenly tightening under some kind of stimulation, causing a suffocating pain in the chest.
She grew up carefree until the age of fifteen, never having suffered any hardship or injury in her life. Thanks to Xiao Che, the greatest injury she has ever suffered is the emotional wound she is now experiencing.
He introduced her to the taste of love for the first time, which indeed brought her much sweetness and joy, but it also taught her what it meant to experience excruciating pain, a pain worse than death.
Overnight, she seemed to have been forced to grow many years older.
If she had known that such a terrible price would be paid after the brief pleasure, she would have preferred never to have started.
What is there that cannot be understood at present?
Everyone is his pawn, everyone can be used by him. He will stop at nothing and use any means necessary just to seize that position.
She was so stupid. There were signs all along, and everything was traceable. She was so immersed in Xiao Che's tenderness and sweet words that she refused to look or think about it. So now she was forced to see things clearly, and the price was that she was already deeply trapped. If she wanted to get out, she would have to go through a heart-wrenching pain and be bloodied and bruised.
Suddenly, a woman's soft laughter rang in her ears. Ji Le curtsied and said, "So it's Princess Qinghe. I thought the sun was shining brightly today, so I thought I'd help Your Highness air out the scriptures. I just brought them in and was about to enter the palace when I realized I had offended you. Please forgive me."
Yan Jiarou looked at her coldly.
Ji Le smiled faintly, raised an eyebrow, and looked at her. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Princess, it's best if you don't look through His Highness's things so casually." Without waiting for her reaction, she snatched the things from her hands: "Especially this embroidered handkerchief, it was a gift from an old friend, and it has special meaning."
Yan Jiarou looked at her expressionlessly: "Do you know who gave him this embroidered handkerchief? Don't you like Xiao Che? Don't you care at all?"
Ji Le said unperturbed, "I admire Your Highness, but I have never thought of possessing him. As long as he is well, I feel fulfilled. The moon hangs high in the sky, it is everyone's moon. The moonlight has shone on me, and I am already content. My love for Your Highness is not as selfish as yours, Princess."
Yan Jiarou felt a sense of absurdity and laughter, and suddenly burst out laughing: "I'm selfish?"
She nodded: "Yes, I have always been spoiled, willful, and selfish. How ridiculous, is this the first time Miss Ji Le has met me?"
Yan Jiarou stepped forward, leaned closer to her, and looked directly into her eyes, saying, "The bright moon hangs high, and I hate that it doesn't shine on me. Since the moonlight shines on me, it should belong only to me. If it can't do that or if it's fake, then I don't want it. I'm not as noble as Miss Ji Le. What is this? Turning personal love into universal love?"
Only after she finished speaking did she realize that Ji Le had always known about her relationship with Xiao Che. She had watched her beloved being affectionate with her right in front of her, and she had endured it for so long. Wasn't that incredibly noble?
He couldn't help but let out another sneer.
She looked at him with a cold calm: "He owes me, and I will make him pay me back."
Ji Le, as if reacting to a shock, instantly contorted her face: "Repay? What do you want him to repay? Princess Qinghe, let me tell you, he owes you nothing. On the contrary, you owe him far too much, and I'm afraid you'll never be able to repay him in your lifetime. You're a wicked devil; being with him only brings him endless disaster. You use his blood to take his life, enjoying your intimate moments with him while turning around and selling him out, not stopping until you've squeezed him dry. And now you still have the nerve to ask him to repay you? Repay you with what? What does he have left, a life? If you still have a shred of sincerity for him, please be merciful and let him go."
Yan Jiarou slowly frowned, completely unable to understand Ji Le's words. He was the one who had wronged her, so why did she make it sound like she was the sinner? "...What are you talking about?"
Ji Le was startled, as if she had just come to her senses. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear to cover up her unease. "It's nothing," she said, raising her head again. A strange smile bloomed on her lips as she said softly, "Speaking of which, I originally arranged to meet the princess at the Bixian Pavilion today, but I waited there for a long time and the princess did not appear. I wonder if the princess saw the grand gift I prepared for you?"
Yan Jiarou suddenly looked up, forced to recall everything she had witnessed in the bamboo forest. Her heart clenched with pain, and resentment, like a venomous snake, slowly eroded her reason: "You!"
This was clearly a provocation, and she was always easily provoked, so she immediately raised her hand to slap him.
"What, does the princess intend to make a move?"
Ji Le laughed indifferently and continued to provoke her, saying, "It's alright. Although the princess has no royal blood, she still holds the title of princess. As a princess, if she wants to punish me, how dare I say a word? But if she hits my face and leaves a mark, and His Highness asks about it later, and I tell the truth, I'm afraid that while His Highness will feel sorry for me, he will also think that the princess is harsh on her servants and even more arrogant and domineering than before, and he will be even more displeased with her. At that time, the princess should not try to kill herself again."
"you!"
The two were facing off when suddenly footsteps approached from behind.
A chilling voice rang out from behind.
"Jile, what are you doing?"
Ji Le was startled, turned around at the sound, and her expression changed slightly: "Your Highness..."
Xiao Che walked towards the two of them with his hands behind his back, glanced at her, and asked in a cold tone, "What are you doing?"
"I...this servant was just airing out the books for Your Highness, and was about to take them back to the palace when I accidentally bumped into the princess on the way, which angered her, and she then..."
Xiao Che said coldly, "Since you've offended the princess, why don't you apologize?"
Ji Le looked up in astonishment: "Your Highness..."
It was clearly Yan Jiarou who was about to slap her, he clearly saw it, didn't he? Why did she have to apologize? Was he really taking her side? Ji Le clenched her fists, and although she was unwilling, she could only grit her teeth and say, "This servant accidentally offended the princess, please forgive me."
Yan Jiarou just looked at her indifferently.
Xiao Che slightly raised his hand: "Go down." But his gaze was already fixed on Yan Jiarou.
Ji Le patiently replied, "Yes." She then turned to leave, but as she brushed past Xiao Che, she suddenly heard him lower his voice and coldly warn her in her ear, "If there is a next time, you will not be allowed to stay in Han Guang Palace."
Ji Le's face turned pale, her fingernails digging deep into the gold lacquer on the ebony box. She managed to squeeze out a "Yes" through her teeth, then lowered her head and fled as if escaping.
After Ji Le left, only the two of them remained outside the hall for a while.
Yan Jiarou kept her head down, but she could feel Xiao Che's gaze fixed on her. Her mind was in turmoil, and Xiao Jue's words of advice echoed in her ears: Before the strange illness is cured, you will not gain anything by breaking ties with him now.
If she were to confront him directly, things would inevitably fall apart, so for now she could only pretend that nothing had happened.
However, she knew that her current state was very strange, and if she stayed with Xiao Che any longer, he might notice something was amiss.
Suddenly, a loud bang came from not far away, as if something heavy had fallen. Yan Jiarou looked up and saw that Ji Le had been in a daze when he left, and had dropped his book box halfway through his journey.
This sound clearly attracted Xiao Che's attention.
Taking advantage of this moment, Yan Jiarou quietly slipped away.
Just as they were about to pass each other, someone grabbed their arm.
Xiao Che turned his face, slightly turned to the side, and looked her up and down with a half-smile: "Didn't you come to Hanguang Palace to find me?"
"Why do you run away as soon as you see me, huh?"
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