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Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!

The Crown Prince of the Capital brought a woman back home, hiding her from sight and pampering her to the skies. Rumor has it she's just a bumpkin from the countryside, pretty but utterly useless. Capital city buzzes: Just a vase rising through beauty alone. When the college entrance examination results are released, why is the name of the national top scorer that very 'vase'? At the gathering for the Association of Painters' new apprentices, why is she standing next to the Chairman? ... As various disguises are unveiled, everyone is silenced, wishing they could hide. Who the hell said she was just a vase? Stand up! A certain lady, bullied, covers her hands and cries in pain. Lord Chen comforts her: My lovely wife is so beautiful and moving, why would you bully her? People, with anger they dare not express, cover their faces. Please make it clear, who is the one being bullied!

Cloud and Ink Melody · Ciudad
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Chapter 23 Addicted to Sugar as to One's Life

Yun Yue had her hands stuffed in her pockets, expressionless, as she meticulously washed her hands before entering the private room.

Shen Xuan was talking with Lin Xuanze, her tone quite gentle. Upon seeing Yun Yue walk in, she turned her head slightly, giving her a meaningful glance before continuing her conversation with Lin Xuanze.

After the meal, the three of them returned to attend evening self-study.

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Class Seven.

The ceiling fan above Yun Yue's head buzzed noisily, probably due to its old age, it was a bit dilapidated, and the fan blades emitted a creaking sound. She had put on her earphones.

The breeze lifted her stray hair, adding a touch of disheveled beauty to her delicate face.

Her right hand would occasionally sketch a few strokes on the book, quite focused.

Zhang Ziyue sat defeated in her seat, as if she had been out of sorts since the beginning of evening self-study, tugging at her hair with a deeply furrowed brow.