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It had just rained, and the corridor was still damp. Cheng'er carefully carried a bowl of osmanthus jelly towards Madam Yuan's main chamber.,A memorial tablet for the mother was once set up here in the family home, and every year Cheng'er would come here to kneel and recite scriptures for half a day.,After calming down, Cheng'er started thinking about how to。