【Prequel to the Good Family Wife Series: The Erotic Serpent's Manual】 (07) Author: Da Bao You Xiang

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Chapter Seven

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After Yan'er reported the matter of Old Man Jiang to Madam Lan, she was also quite surprised and inquired about it with
Zhang Jingde . Zhang Jingde, fearing his wife's reproach, naturally wouldn't tell the truth, so he falsely claimed: "Old Man Jiang
hasn't seen his two sons for over a month and misses them terribly, so he came to the Liangzhou Protectorate. He thinks his family sacrificed so much to save Madam
, so he kindly invited him to stay at the manor so he can see his two sons more often—isn't that a good thing?" Madam Lan
never doubted Zhang Jingde's words, so she didn't suspect anything when he said this, and the matter was thus
glossed over by Zhang Jingde.

For the next few days, Old Man Jiang worked in the stables during the day and returned to his secluded courtyard
to rest at night. But he never saw his two sons again. These past few days, Steward Zhang hasn't been idle either. He
's been going to the stables almost every day, ostensibly to visit Old Man Jiang, but actually to observe him for any unusual behavior. After all
, the General's Mansion is no ordinary place, and Old Man Jiang, whose background is still unclear, certainly wouldn't put Steward Zhang's mind at
ease.

Three days later, the Prefect of Guazhou replied to Zhang Jingde by carrier pigeon. The reply read:

"Your Excellency,

upon investigation: Five li from Yulin Cave, there is a village called Jialing Village. This village has more than ten households. A few days ago, a family surnamed
Jiang several members kidnapped by bandits, and their house was burned down afterwards. According to the villagers, only an old man surnamed Jiang survived
because he was playing chess at a neighbor's house. Later, he claimed he was going to Liangzhou to find his son and left.

Prefect of Guazhou: Yao Guangzhi kowtows!"

Zhang Jingde summoned Steward Zhang, showed him the reply, and said,

"It seems that what Old Man Jiang said was true; the Jiang family was indeed implicated for saving Lan'er. Steward Zhang, you
can arrange for the Jiang brothers to come see their father immediately. Oh, by the way, how is Old Man Jiang doing in our household?"

"Yes, sir. I've been paying special attention to this old man Jiang these past two days. He's hardworking and doesn't
complain like Sun Er, but I always feel something's off about him," Steward Zhang replied.

"Oh? Tell me what's so strange about him?" Zhang Jingde asked curiously.

"Old Man Jiang's speech is completely unlike that of an ordinary person; he's full of Buddhist maxims. And that's not all;
I've noticed that he only eats vegetarian meals, and during his midday rest, he doesn't lie in bed to sleep like most people,
but meditates like a monk," Steward Zhang replied.

"So he's a devout Buddhist?" Zhang Jingde asked.

"And that's not all, sir. Once, I was chatting with him about Liangzhou, and he knew everything about
the famous . Even after living in Liangzhou for so many years, I didn't know that Dayun Temple enshrines
the cenotaph of the Buddhist saint, Kumarajiva. And he knew more about it than I did on his first visit to Liangzhou. That's not all;
he also casually commented on Kumarajiva's life. I was quite surprised at the time. His comments,
though brief, were insightful and profound, beyond the comprehension of ordinary Buddhist believers. Isn't that strange?"

"Oh? It seems he's read a lot of Kumarajiva's translations. I've heard that Kumarajiva is far more accomplished than our
Master Xuanzang," Zhang Jingde exclaimed.

"There's something strange about this. Didn't he claim to have
been studying painting in some Persian country and some Eastern Roman Empire for so many years? But in the past few days, when I've chatted with him, he hasn't mentioned his overseas study experience at all,
and I haven't even seen him paint anything. Isn't that strange? Normally, after studying painting for so many years,
shouldn't he show off his skills in front of others?" Butler Zhang asked suspiciously.

"You mean: he never went to any Eastern Roman Empire? And he can't paint? His
experience is fabricated?" Zhang Jingde quickly extracted the essence of Butler Zhang's words.

"Well, I'm just guessing. You see, sir, your expertise is in leading troops into battle. If
you never mention your expertise and instead spend your days talking about Buddhist doctrines that have nothing to do with your expertise, do you think that's
normal?" Butler Zhang asked doubtfully.

"Well... even if he fabricated his past study abroad experiences to actually study Buddhism, Buddhism
emphasizes accumulating merit and good deeds, and karma and retribution. It doesn't seem like a way to do evil. Why bother?"
Zhang Jingde said, somewhat unsure.

"Yes, I don't understand that either," the steward shook his head.

"You don't need to be so suspicious. It's actually quite easy to find out if he fabricated his experiences. You can have
someone test whether he can actually paint. Remember to have someone find a clever reason to test him, so he doesn't realize
it, or we'll seem too unkind," Zhang Jingde said.

"Master is wise. How come I didn't think of that?" the steward exclaimed.

"Alright, we'll talk about this later. Go and arrange for the father and son to meet. You can't go back on your
promise " Zhang Jingde said solemnly.

"Okay, I'll go right away," the steward replied and got up to make the arrangements.

In the afternoon, Old Man Jiang had just finished lunch and was about to go to the stables when the steward called him back.

"Brother Jiang, you don't need to go to the stables yet. Your two sons will be coming to see you soon. Go back
to your room and prepare for your family reunion. But it's best not to tell them about your family matters yet, so they
can focus on their service in the army," said Steward Zhang.

"Yes, yes, I understand. Steward Zhang, if there's nothing else, I'll go back and wait for them," Old Man Jiang replied.

Watching him leave, Steward Zhang called Tian Cheng over and whispered a few words in his ear before turning
away . Tian Cheng, following his instructions, silently went to the vicinity of the secluded courtyard and found a secluded spot
to keep watch from a distance.

Half an hour later, sure enough, the two Jiang brothers were led to the general's mansion. They were carrying
large and small bags of various gifts, pastries, fruits, and the like. When they arrived at the secluded courtyard, they both stopped and
solemnly adjusted their military uniforms, the gauze turbans on their heads, the leather belts around their waists, and the leather boots on their feet.
Seeing Tian Cheng sensed a slight change in their demeanor. They seemed
more poised in their stance and gait, less frivolous and carefree than before. Perhaps it was the military uniform, or perhaps
the rigorous training truly transformed them.

After the two pushed open the gate to the secluded courtyard and entered, Tian Cheng noticed a strange phenomenon: the second brother, Jiang...
As they closed the door, they peeked out and looked around furtively, as if afraid of being seen
. They seemed very suspicious. Tian Cheng was puzzled: Why were they being so furtive and cautious just to check on their father? This made Tian Cheng even more suspicious of the three men's identities. He initially considered scaling the wall to listen in, but then he thought: although he was skilled in martial arts , it was broad daylight, unlike nighttime when he was dressed in black. It
would be difficult to conceal his movements, and the three men had many eyes and ears. If they were discovered, it would be very embarrassing. So he ultimately abandoned this risky move. The two Jiang brothers disappeared without a trace after entering, like a stone sinking into the sea. From noon until dusk, the sky changed from the dazzling midday sun to the dim glow of sunset, but there was still no sign of the two men emerging. Tian Cheng, who was keeping watch outside , was getting impatient. He thought to himself, "Dinner's almost here, why haven't they come out yet?" Just as Tian Cheng was getting a little anxious, he suddenly heard the sound of the courtyard gate opening. Tian Cheng quickly looked closely and saw that it was Jiang Lao Er again, peeking out as the gate opened to check around. After seeing that no one was around, he and Jiang Lao San came out and respectfully closed the gate. What happened next puzzled Tian Cheng. After the two Jiang brothers closed the gate, they put their hands together, bowed their heads, and bowed in a gesture of respect. He could also faintly hear them muttering something. "How strange. Do they have to be so respectful to their father? I've never heard of such courtesy . It seems that although the Jiang brothers are lecherous, they are very filial to their elders," Tian Cheng silently commented on the two. After the two left, Tian Cheng went to the kitchen to eat and reported his observations to Steward . Steward Zhang sent Tian Cheng to monitor the two men to see their expressions as they left, hoping to find out if Old Man Jiang had kept his promise and not told the Jiang brothers the truth about what had happened at home. He didn't pay much attention to the other details Tian Cheng mentioned. After learning that the Jiang brothers didn't show any anger when they left, he nodded said, "It seems that Old Man Jiang is a man of his word. Was I too suspicious of him? But since the master instructed us to test him, it's necessary." "Oh? Steward Zhang, do we still need to keep a close eye on Old Man Jiang?" Tian Cheng asked when Steward Zhang mentioned that they still needed to test Old Man Jiang. "Just keep an eye on him, there's no need to waste your energy watching him. I'll arrange for someone else to test ." The next day, around lunchtime, Sun Er was sitting in the shade behind the house, where the scorching sun couldn't reach, watching Old Man Jiang clean and wash the horse troughs when he suddenly noticed a graceful figure gracefully approaching the courtyard gate. He looked closely and saw that it was Yu'er, the young master's personal maid, carrying a small box as she walked in gracefully. (According to the book: Sun Er was about the same age as Yu'er. Because of his lowly status and laziness, no woman ever been willing to marry him. However, Sun Er had always liked Yu'er. Ever since Yu'er accompanied Madam Lan to the Zhang family as part of her dowry, he had noticed her the moment he saw her and often tried to get close to her. However although Yu'er was lively and cheerful, she was not very willing to interact with him. For the next two years, Sun Er did not lose heart and continued to try to please Yu'er until she finally married Steward Zhang as a concubine. From then on, Sun Er hated Steward .) Seeing Yu'er, whom he had secretly loved for many years, come to see him in person, Sun Er was overjoyed. He quickly stood up and grinned, "Oh, isn't this Yu'er? What brings you here today?" "Dream on, who came to see you? I came to see the horses," Yu'er said disdainfully. "What? To see horses? What's so interesting about those animals?" Sun Er asked, . "It's because Xiao Xiang'er insisted on riding horses. Miss was worried he'd fall, so she would n't . So Miss asked me to draw a picture of a horse to cheer him up. But how could I draw? I don't even remember what a horse looks like. That's why I came here specifically to see what he looks like, so I can draw one for him." Yu'er explained. "What? You came to draw a horse? I've never heard of you being able to draw." Sun Er asked casually, gazing at Yu'er's delicate and pretty face. "How could I draw? This is like forcing a duck onto a shelf. Sun Er, do you know who can draw? If someone draws well and makes the young master happy, Miss will definitely reward them handsomely. Besides, Miss admires people who are skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Maybe she'll promote them because of this." Although Yu'er was speaking to Sun Er, she inadvertently glanced at Old Man Jiang, who was working nearby. "Ah, Yu'er, I'd love to paint for the young master and be given an important position, but where in our stables would we find someone with that talent? I doubt I could even paint as well as you." Sun Er sighed, gazing longingly at Yu'er's beautiful face. Yu'er secretly glanced at Old Man Jiang, who seemed hesitant to speak. Yu'er said, "Uncle, is there something you want to say?" "May I ask who this young lady is...?" Old Man Jiang asked, glancing at Sun Er for clarification. "Her? She's Yu'er, who takes care of the young master. She came with the madam as part of her dowry. Oh, and she 's also our..." Sun Er was about to say that Yu'er was also the second wife of Steward Zhang when Yu'er interrupted him. "What do you mean by asking about my identity? Do you think I'm lying to you?" Yu'er, naturally lively and clever, feigned anger. "No, no, this old man has a little knowledge of painting. Would you allow me to give it a try, young lady?" Old Man Jiang hurriedly explained. "Hey, old man Jiang, painting requires real skill. Do you think rewards are so easy to come by? If only have a little knowledge, don't embarrass yourself. You won't be valued without real ability. You've only just arrived and you're already thinking about climbing the ranks?" Sun Er saw Old Man Jiang showing off in front of Yu'er. If even this old geezer could paint, wouldn't that make him look even more incompetent? Although he didn't really think Old Man Jiang was a good painter, he still quickly tried to dissuade him. However, Yu'er completely ignored Sun Er's objections and handed the small box she was carrying to Old Man Jiang, saying, "Here, this is brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Give it a try." Old Man Jiang took the small box but only took out a roll of paper, without touching the brush, ink, or inkstone. Yu'er , seeing asked in surprise, "Uncle, how can you paint without brush and ink?"

Old Jiang smiled and said, "Young lady, you may not know this, but the painting method I learned doesn't use a brush in the sketching stage; it
's only used when applying color."

"Then what do you use to paint? You don't use your fingers dipped in ink, do you?" Yu'er still didn't understand.

Old Jiang smiled without answering, took the paper, and headed straight for the kitchen where coarse feed for the horses was cooked. Yu'er and Sun Er,
unaware of what was going on, curiously followed. They

saw Old Jiang rummage through the stove pit, picking up a small, charred stick . He then found a flat wooden board in the kitchen, laid the paper flat on it, and looked up at the astonished Yu'er, saying, "Young lady, you want me to paint that horse?" "You...you paint with this charcoal stick?" Yu'er asked incredulously. "Exactly," Old Jiang said confidently. "Old Jiang, don't be ridiculous. I've never heard of painting with this broken charcoal stick. Your method is unheard of ," Sun Er added disdainfully. Seeing that neither of them believed that charcoal could be used for drawing, Old Man Jiang went directly to General Zhang's "Red Steed" and began to sketch it. Yu'er and Sun Er curiously followed. Old Man Jiang sketched the basic outline of the "Red Steed" with just a few strokes , then began to refine the details step by step. His technique was skillful and practiced, his brush moving swiftly. In about two incense sticks' worth of time, a lifelike black and white "Red Steed" appeared on the paper, truly a perfect replica of the original. Yu'er and Sun Er were stunned. They had seen some ink paintings in the Prince's mansion, but they had never seen one so realistic. They remained silent for a long time, repeatedly admiring and comparing the sketch with the actual "Red Steed." After a long pause, Sun Er spoke first: "Well done, old man Jiang! I didn't realize you were such a hidden talent! I told you you were something special, but those servants didn't think much of it. Look at this! My judgment was right, wasn't it?" "Not at all, not at all. This is just a draft. I wonder if you need it colored?" Old man Jiang asked. "Color it, color it! It would be such a waste not to finish such a beautiful painting," Yu'er exclaimed quickly. "But the paints I brought are all in my hut, not here. Are you going to wait here while I go get them , or come back with me to color them and then take them?" Old man Jiang asked. "Uncle, you're so old, and I asked you to paint this for me, how can I let you run errands? I'll go back with you." "Alright, but young lady, let me tell you something beforehand. These paints were specially bought from a Persian merchant ; they're very expensive. If I color your painting, you'll have to pay. Think it over before you decide," Old man Jiang said. "Uncle, how much silver?" Yu'er asked casually. "At least ten taels of silver," Old Man Jiang said. Before Yu'er could speak, Sun Er chimed in, "Hey, you old Jiang, why don't you just rob us ? Ten taels of silver just for painting this picture? That's too expensive. Yu'er isn't an outsider, lower the price a bit." At his words, Yu'er stared at him with her big, bright eyes. "Well… alright, eight taels of silver is the lowest I can go," Old Man Jiang finally shook his head, looking troubled. "Okay, Uncle, let's hurry up and go, it's almost lunchtime," Yu'er said. "Hehe, I'll go with you too. I want to see what effect eight taels of silver worth of paint will have on this painting ," Sun Er said shamelessly, seeing Yu'er about to leave. Yu'er glared at him disapprovingly and said, "What are you going to do? It's none of your business. Just watch your horse." Sun Er looked aggrieved and said, "I just saved you two taels of silver, and you're already kicking me while I'm at it?" Yu'er ignored him, picked up the box she had brought and the newly painted picture, and walked away. Pushing open the door, she entered Old Man Jiang's secluded courtyard. She found it to be quiet and secluded, far from the servants' quarters, located at the foot of the high western wall outside the mansion. Grapevines grew in the courtyard, their vines covering a large area of the courtyard sky through the trellis . The dense grape leaves blocked most of the scorching sun, making the courtyard cool even at midday. There were two rooms in the courtyard, running north to south, originally for receiving visiting guests from afar. Old Man Jiang lived in the southern room. Yu'er followed Old Man Jiang to his room. The room was spacious, furnished with a desk, bed, armchair , and all the necessary furniture, arranged very tastefully. Several books were on the desk, indicating that Old Man Jiang enjoyed reading. Old Man Jiang went straight to the wardrobe, opened it, and took out a package containing paintbrushes and bottles of oil paints. He then began mixing various colors on a small palette, while Yu'er watched with curiosity. In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Old Man Jiang had mixed the necessary colors and began applying them to the painting, each stroke meticulously executed. The most crucial aspect of oil painting is color matching and application . Applying oil paints takes far longer than drawing the charcoal sketch; even with Old Man Jiang's skillful technique , it took him a full half hour before he finished. Yu'er stared in stunned disbelief at the lifelike "Red Steed" on the canvas. She simply couldn't believe such exquisite painting skills existed in the world. She covered her gaping mouth with her left hand, gazing at the oil painting in astonishment. It was the most realistic painting she had ever seen in her life, and the shock it caused her was unimaginable. Old Man Jiang, standing nearby, shook his head and sighed, "Alas, it's a pity I haven't seen the young master. Otherwise, I could have painted him directly on this horse. He would surely be delighted." "What? You can paint scenes from pure imagination?" Yu'er asked, even more incredulous. "Of course, that's called creation. This copying is just the most basic," Old Man Jiang said dismissively. Yu'er blinked her charming eyes, seemingly thinking of something, and asked, "Uncle, could you paint a picture of me ? One of those where I'm dressed in elegant, luxurious clothes. I want to see what I'd look like in such a magnificent gown as Miss." "Hmm, sure, but it'll take some time. Look, it's almost lunchtime. This…" Old Man Jiang hesitated. "After lunch, I'll go put the young master to sleep first, then come back for your painting, okay?" Yu'er asked hopefully . "Sure, but this painting will probably require mixing quite a few colors, so…" Old Man Jiang hesitated again.

"Ten taels of silver, is that alright? I'm just a maid, I don't have much money. I'll introduce you to a big
business : painting for the madam. If she's happy, she'll definitely give you a lot of money. What do you say?" Yu'er
said shrewdly.

"Okay, that's settled then. I'll wait for you to come and paint after lunch," said Old Man Jiang.

Yu'er carried the small box she had brought with her, put the newly painted painting in it, and left. She didn't go to
the dining room but went directly to Steward Zhang's room in the front yard. Steward Zhang's room was
the right wing of the main hall in the second courtyard, and it was very spacious.

Yu'er pushed open the door and entered the room. Steward Zhang was pacing back and forth waiting for her. When he saw her come in, he immediately smiled and said, "My
dear Yu'er, why are you only coming back now? Look, the food is almost cold. How did things go? Come, sit down and
eat first."

"Master, this is what he painted. What do you think?" Yu'er didn't even bother to eat and took the painting out of the small box
and handed it to Steward Zhang.

Butler Zhang unfolded the painting, and as expected, he was stunned when he saw the lifelike "Red Steed."
After a long while, he murmured to himself, "This...is this really his painting?"

Yu'er, who was eating nearby, seemed to have anticipated his reaction and said nonchalantly, "Of course it is!
I watched him paint it. What do you think of his work?"

"His painting skills are profound. This style is indeed very different from our Tang Dynasty. It's more realistic," Butler Zhang
commented .

"Master, do you think it's worth ten taels of silver? He asked me for ten taels of silver; you have to make it up to me,"
Yu'er said.

"Absolutely worth it, even twenty taels would be enough! Here, you little money-grubber, take ten taels of silver."

Steward Zhang looked at the painting repeatedly, thinking to himself, "It seems Old Man Jiang wasn't lying. He did indeed
study painting techniques in a foreign land, and this style is the best proof. It seems my suspicions about him were unfounded."

After dinner, when Yu'er returned to the inner courtyard, Xiao Xiang'er had already been coaxed to sleep by Madam Lan. Seeing this, she didn't
linger and quietly slipped out of the inner courtyard again, heading towards Old Man Jiang's secluded courtyard.

Meanwhile, when Old Man Jiang arrived at the kitchen dining room, there were no other
servants waiting to eat. Only Sun Er was politely waiting for him at the table. Upon closer inspection, he realized that Sun Er had already
prepared a meal for him and placed it on the table. Sun Er seemed to have changed his personality; he used to boss Old Man Jiang around, but today
he was suddenly so polite, which made Old Man Jiang feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Old Man Jiang thanked Sun Er and picked up his food to eat. Meanwhile, Sun Er just stood there watching him eat, grinning foolishly.
As the saying goes, "Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious." Sure enough, just as Old Man Jiang finished eating and put down his chopsticks to go back to his room to rest, Sun Er followed him, grinning as he went, "Old Man Jiang... oh, no... Uncle Jiang, I didn't expect you to be such a good painter. Could you paint one for me too?" "Of course," Old Man Jiang replied, a little puzzled. Was this some kind of deliberate attempt to curry favor just to get a painting? Did he not want to pay? Was he expecting him to paint for free? "Oh, that's wonderful! Thank you so much, Uncle Jiang. You don't need to work at the stables today; just focus on painting for me. I'll take care of the stable work," Sun Er said, patting his chest. "But... what if Steward Zhang finds out?" Old Man Jiang hesitated. "It's alright, I'll handle it. Besides, if his concubine lets you paint, why can't I?" Sun Er said. "Steward Zhang's concubine? You mean Yu'er, she..." Old Man Jiang asked in surprise, completely unfamiliar with the interpersonal relationships in the mansion since he was new to the place. "Yes, that's right. You also think it's not worth it for such a beautiful girl like Yu'er to be a concubine for an old codger like him, right?" Sun Er said indignantly. "Well... but speaking of which, Yu'er's status is quite special. She's the young master's personal attendant, the maid of the dowry lady, and Steward Zhang's concubine." Old Man Jiang muttered, seemingly lost in thought. "Yes, Yu'er's status is quite extraordinary in our mansion. Zhang Shang'an took advantage of her special status and used tricks to marry her as a concubine. This way, his position as steward is secure. Otherwise, how could he be the young master's steward? The old master actually prefers someone more experienced by his side..." Sun Er began ramble on, seemingly very dissatisfied with General Zhang's appointment of Steward Zhang. Just as they reached the fork in the road leading back to the courtyard from the stable, Old Man Jiang had to interrupt the talkative Sun Er, saying, "Are you planning to have me paint a self-portrait for you?" "A self-portrait? No, no, what's so interesting about me? I want..." Sun Er hesitated. "Then what do you want me to paint? Not a horse too, is it?" Old Man Jiang asked. "I want... Come on, Uncle Jiang, let's talk by the corner, it's not convenient on the way here," Sun Er said mysteriously, pulling Old Man Jiang to a secluded, shady corner. " It's just a painting, no need to be so careful, is it?" Old Man Jiang was bewildered by his actions . "Uncle Jiang, I'm asking you, how have I treated you?" Sun Er asked solemnly. Old Man Jiang immediately recalled: these past few days, Sun Er had either been bossing him around, ordering him around while he slacked off in the shade, or verbally abusing and mocking him. Old Man Jiang, being a cultured man, naturally wouldn't say it so bluntly. So he politely said, "You've been good to me." "Good, since you say so, I'm relieved. I want you to paint a woman for me," Sun Er said. "A woman? Who? I can't paint someone I haven't seen before," Old Man Jiang said. "Hehe, you just saw her today," Sun Er said meaningfully. "Just saw her today? Could it be Yu'er?... " Old Man Jiang asked in surprise. "Hehe, you're smart, yes, it's Yu'er," Sun Er said. "You... isn't Yu'er Zhang Steward's concubine? You want me to paint her? This..." Old Man Jiang hesitated . "Alas, to tell you the truth, Yu'er and I were originally a couple, but later Zhang Shang'an used tricks to take Yu'er away from me. I just want you to paint a picture of her for me so I can remember her. I can look at it when I miss her..." Sun Er seemed to be genuinely moved, and his eyes even reddened as he spoke. "Oh, I see. Alright then, I'll draw it for you, so you don't have to be sad anymore." Old Man Jiang, being new to the place, naturally didn't know the truth of what he was saying, and simply agreed. Seeing that he had succeeded, Sun Er's sorrow immediately turned to joy, "Thank you so much, Uncle Jiang! But can you draw a scene from nothing ?"

"Yes, that's what you call real painting," said Old Man Jiang.

Sun Er's face lit up with joy. He stretched out his long arm, put his arm
around whispered in his ear,

"Hehe, Uncle Jiang, could you paint a nude picture of Yu'er without clothes for me? I'll give you twenty
taels of silver, how about it?"

"What...you want me to paint a nude picture of Yu'er?" Old Man Jiang exclaimed in surprise.

[To be continued]

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