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Chapter 337: The Whistleblower

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The second prince raised his eyes and looked intently at Madam Qi's back. His eyes were so unfamiliar, as if the person walking in front of him was not his biological mother, but a stranger.

Realizing that the second prince had not followed, Mrs. Qi stopped, looked back at the second prince, and said, "Why are you just standing there? Why don't you hurry up and follow him!"

The second prince's eyes were dazed, and he followed silently without saying a word.

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"...You are like a rock, I am like pampas grass, and pampas grass is like silk. The rock cannot be transferred..."

Behind the tall magnolia tree, the third prince stood by the window and gently put down the rice paper in his hand.

But I still recall the sentences from "The Peacock Flies Southeast" that I wrote when I was taking the exam.

"Hu Zijin, Hu Zijin, what kind of enigmatic woman you are, it's really hard to figure out!"

The third prince looked sideways at the small forest under the window, but his heart was shocked:

Jin had appeared in this small building that day, but he had never met her. He just didn't know what she was doing now after being apart for a few days...

"Qi'er, it's almost time, it's time for us two to set off!"

The third prince was startled and quickly turned around, only to see a dignified woman wearing a gold phoenix hairpin standing at the door.

The third prince hurriedly greeted him and said, "My son, I would like to send my regards to my mother!"

This dignified lady is none other than the biological mother of the third prince, Yang Guibin, one of the three wives among the nine concubines.

"Get up!" Yang Guibi raised her hand.

The third prince turned to look at Xiao Dezi and He Lu who were standing next to Yang Guibin, with a hint of blame in his melancholy eyes...

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Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. I wonder if you have eaten duck eggs boiled with mugwort, bathed in soup boiled with mugwort, or eaten the most famous rice dumplings in Jiaxing!!! Haha, happy Dragon Boat Festival, everyone~

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