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In the eighth month of the tenth year of Tianshun in the Daqi dynasty, in the capital city's Marquis Mansion of Jingyuan, a beautiful woman was sewing when suddenly someone covered her eyes.
"Mother, guess who I am?" Behind the woman was a seven- or eight-year-old boy, his fair little hands covering her eyes.
Here we go again. Ever since her two sons grew a bit older, this game became almost a bi-daily ritual. Jingwan put down her needlework, resigned, and said, "Is it Mingzhe, the second one?" Usually, the younger one was more fond of such games.
"Nope, you're wrong, mother, and there's a punishment for guessing incorrectly." The little boy released his hands and moved to stand in front of his mother, "Why can't you guess right every time?"
"Mom, I'm Mingzhe, that's the elder brother, okay?" Another boy walked in through the door, and side-by-side stood two little boys, carved out of the same mold, looking exactly alike.
