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In the dimly lit cabin, under the faint glow of an oil lamp, my little mother was embroidering flowers onto a small piece of plain silk, "exploring" new stitching techniques. Qian Yixiu sat quietly beside her mother, watching intently.
Despite the tightly closed windows of the small cabin, the laughter and ruckus of the young masters teasing Monkey Brother in the main hall could still be heard, rising and falling in waves. Huo Liren, in particular, was constantly provoking Monkey Brother, louder than anyone else. That bear of a child was just a hothead looking for trouble.
Monkey Brother was afraid only of her and the Little Monk; he didn't even take Qian Yeejin seriously. Worried that these rambunctious boys would antagonize Monkey Brother past the point of no return, and things would end badly, Qian Yixiu stood up and went to the main hall.
