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Cheng'er bent down and entered the east room respectfully, offering the bowl of sweet bean curd jelly. As she withdrew, she discreetly wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye.,Cheng'er's long, black eyelashes were still wet with tears, but she smiled sweetly and curtsied before retreating.,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.。