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The brush in Shen Yue's hand suddenly paused, and a long ink mark instantly appeared on the unfinished painting. However, she did not take it to heart at all. Instead, she asked the maid in front of her angrily.
"What did you say? Mother is going to choose a husband for me?"
"Second Miss." The maid lowered her head and said carefully, "Madam has already selected a few families from the list and sent someone to send an invitation. She is planning to bring you to visit them in a few days."
"Bastard!" Shen Yue slammed the brush on the desk in exasperation. No one knew who she was scolding, but her gentle and elegant aura was all gone. The surrounding maids did not even dare to breathe loudly.
Shen Yue looked frustrated.
