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He is the first son. She is a poor village girl. The noblewoman laughed at her: illiterate, with no ink on her chest. She laughed lightly, a classic poem that has been passed down through the ages is at her fingertips. The noblewoman added: So what if you are highly educated? Identity is low, insignificant! Who knows that once the examination results, she turned into a scholar. The world realized that she had saved the emperor, the original she is the only disciple of the dynasty master, she and the first son of the childhood bamboo...