After a while, Jiang Yashuang, who had changed into a blue summer dress, returned to the Marquess Qin's Mansion. He fixed his robes outside the study, bowed respectfully after entering, and greeted respectfully, "Grandfather!"Marquess Qin caressed his long beard and lazily commanded, "Get up, come and talk to me. What were you doing at the Prince's Mansion of Xihe the other day? All of your brothers were scolded because of you. Even your aunt and I were said to have not disciplined you well."The old Marquess was over 60 years old, but his face was ruddy and he was hale and hearty. Now, he could still practice the long halberd that weighed dozens of pounds really quickly that even water couldn't be poured onto him. When he was wearing a half-old Confucian shirt and sitting behind his desk, he looked gentle, not like a military general but like a civil servant. In fact, Jiang Qianchuan was more talented than ordinary civil servants. Otherwise, he couldn't t
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