Seeing Your True Face under the Red Candle Lamp, Feeling Chilled by the Jade Mirror
by Sky
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On the third day after my mother passed away, I knelt in front of the mourning hall and burst into tears. However, her husband Zhao Yechen and the singer Chu Mingzhu were entangled under the mother's spiritual throne! "This is my mother's mourning hall! Do you still have humanity?!" My voice trembled. "There are no tears in the eyes of the dead, and there is no emotion in the eyes of the living." He sneered, "Why should a woman who can only read medical books care about me?" Chu Mingzhu said charmingly: "If Madam knew how to please men, how could she end up in such a situation?" The servants in the mansion bowed their heads, and no one dared to say anything. I clenched my fists, remembering my mother's last words, and a cold light flashed in my eyes. "Zhao Yechen, Chu Mingzhu, just wait and see."
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