[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-am-the-xu-family-s-son":3,"chapter-i-am-the-xu-family-s-son-i-am-the-xu-family-s-son-chapter-782":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Am the Xu Family's Son",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2308560,4510,"Chapter 782: Where Does Sister-in-Law Save Face? [Thank You! Again! I Owe You a Chapter]","i-am-the-xu-family-s-son-chapter-782",782,"\u003Cp>After the first watch of the afternoon (after one o’clock)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun blazed fiercely,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Mid-Autumn had passed, the weather had suddenly grown unusually hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quyuanjie,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yongyi Marquis House,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing’s courtyard,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the grape arbor, Qingcao tilted her head to observe the clusters hanging overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qingcao sister, I think that bunch looks good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, Huaxiang held a bamboo basket in one hand and pointed to a cluster half-hidden by leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingcao followed the direction of her finger, smiled, and nodded: “Huaxiang, your eyes are sharp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huaxiang smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingcao stepped onto a small stool, took the scissors from Huaxiang, rose on her toes, and snipped down a cluster of deep purple, ripe grapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped down, held up the grapes, glanced around, nodded in satisfaction, and said: “Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked toward the main house, Qingcao called out: “Xia Mama, bring out a few basins of clean water—we’re washing grapes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Coming right away,” Xia Mama replied from inside, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the house,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Xia Mama prepared the water, Qingcao and Huaxiang stood before the table, lifting the grape clusters from the basket to examine them closely for any spoiled berries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young ladies, the water’s ready! I remembered Yunxiang’s instructions and added a bit of fine salt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re thoughtful, Xia Mama,” Qingcao smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grapes were placed in the basin, washed thoroughly, then transferred to another basin of clean water for a second rinse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two washes, Qingcao and Huaxiang carefully plucked each grape, placing them one by one onto a porcelain plate on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Buzz—buzz”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of fly wings fluttered nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingcao and Huaxiang froze mid-motion; the room fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did this fly come from?” Huaxiang whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingcao shook her head, scanned the room, and called: “Xia Mama, bring the fly swatter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Mama responded immediately, walking over with a bamboo-made object strikingly similar in design to a modern fly swatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young ladies, carry on—I’ll deal with that little pest,” Xia Mama chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Qingcao and Huaxiang exchanged a smile and said: “Good, thank you, Xia Mama.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did you learn such words?” Qingcao asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I used to use a green bamboo fan—compared to this, it was useless!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Mama said, heading off to “hunt” the fly. Qingcao, continuing to wash the fruit, smiled: “Xia Mama, where did you pick up that phrase?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huaxiang nodded, laughing: “‘Deal with that little pest’—that’s hilarious!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Mama replied: “I heard it when I accompanied Lady and the two young mistresses to Shenbao Temple for incense offerings. There was a storyteller at a roadside pavilion—there was a Monkey Pilgrim who said exactly that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I see,” Huaxiang nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Mama crept slowly toward the fly’s “trail,” saying: “The marquis house has planted mosquito- and fly-repelling trees for years—our courtyard rarely sees flies in summer. I think this tool is more common among common folk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingcao smiled: “Don’t worry, Xia Mama. When Liang’s Sixth Young Master visited our courtyard, he took a fancy to this thing! I heard he’s already ordered his family’s bamboo craftsmen to make more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the weather’s cooling down—flies are scarce now,” Xia Mama frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s stocking up for next summer,” Qingcao said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Smack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A swatting sound echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young ladies, the fly’s dead!” Xia Mama said, pinching the dead fly’s corpse and wiping the table edge with her sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Qingcao and Huaxiang exchanged another smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pale moon-white bowl was heaped with grape berries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingcao and Huaxiang lifted the tray and stepped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the door, Xia Mama helped lift the bamboo curtain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the autumn courtyard, past gates and corridors,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After walking a while, Qingcao and Huaxiang reached the main hall of the rear courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before entering, they heard loud laughter from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two maids standing at the door smiled and called out “Sister!” then lifted the bamboo curtain for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingcao and Huaxiang entered the main hall—the laughter had not faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking around,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Shi sat on the central Luohan chair; beside her sat Xie Hualan and Pingmei and Anmei, who had returned to their natal home, along with Xu Zaijing and his brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around them stood numerous personal maids and mothers, plus seven or eight children playing about,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was full, lively, and bustling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anmei clutched her stomach, waving her hand: “Oh my, Xiao Wu, don’t tell such jokes again—you’ll make my stomach ache!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing smiled faintly: “Sister, is it really that funny? It’s just wine-soaked crab that slipped out the door with a ‘pssst.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words struck Anmei’s funny bone again—she burst into laughter once more, clutching her stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her unrestrained laughter drew smiles from others in the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing, seeing Qingcao enter, waved and said: “Sister, try the grapes from my courtyard—they’re sweet, I’ve eaten them before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pingmei and Anmei both nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anmei picked up a few grapes and placed them on the table beside her; as she ate one, she kept her eyes fixed on Xu Zaijing, afraid he’d say “pssst” again and make her laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Xu Zaijing knew his limits and didn’t tease his sister while she ate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Anmei finished, Xu Zaijing whispered: “Pssst…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!” Anmei laughed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Shi, seated above, gave Xu Zaijing a reproachful look and shook her head: “Jing’er, enough—don’t keep teasing your sister, or she’ll really get a stomachache.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing smiled and nodded: “Oh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group chatted a while longer,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing looked at Pingmei: “Sister, will your husband return to the capital this year?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pingmei glanced at the other family members watching her, then shook her head: “Not before next year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone in the hall nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing smiled: “That’s good—when he returns, he can guide us in the imperial examinations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zai Zhang nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xu family maids had already prepared small gourds and dates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the sky, Sun Shi smiled: “It’s getting late—we should go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hugged her three grandchildren, stuffing the prepared small gourds and dates into their pockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing and his three siblings also bustled about, helping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun slanted westward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Xu family’s second gate,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gu and Hu Yan families’ carriages turned and vanished from Xu Zaijing’s sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back to their respective courtyards, Zai Zhang whispered with a smile: “I wonder if Yuanruo had any luck today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead, Sun Shi turned to look at Zai Zhang: “Yuanruo has his maternal grandfather—and now he has uncles too. Gourds and dates are plentiful—he’s certainly lucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mother is right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Great Zhou Imperial Palace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Fei’s sleeping quarters\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the palace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the table lay a basket of carefully selected small gourds and dates; beside it, the Lady of Fuchang Marquis House was picking through the basket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far from the table,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Feiyan and her sister sat on embroidered stools beside a delicate wooden bed; Rong Feiyan held Princess Yu’er in her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the little prince sleep soundly, Rong Feiyan smiled: “Sister, he looks more like you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Fei smiled slightly: “The Emperor says the same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then he’ll grow up handsome—no doubt he’ll charm countless young ladies,” Rong Feiyan laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Fei took a deep breath and said: “I hope so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lady of Fuchang Marquis House waved: “Yan’er, come get the things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Feiyan rose, took the gourds and dates, but instead of going to the prince, she first gave several to Princess Yu’er beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching her niece’s eyes crinkle with joy, Rong Feiyan smiled too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Rong Feiyan placed the gourd and jujubes beside the young prince and silently murmured a few words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Marchioness of Fuchang looked at her grandson with even greater amusement and said, “The hour is nearly upon us, Yan’er. Let’s return home—your sister-in-law will be back soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Mother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Feiyan smiled and bowed to Consort Rong, but before she could speak, she saw Consort Rong rise as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll accompany you out. Mother, watch over Yu’er—I have something to say to my sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Rong Feiyan, as if struck by some thought, looked at Consort Rong with surprise and delight in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way out of the palace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>glancing ahead at the Marchioness of Fuchang,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consort Rong whispered, “Yan’er, I’ve spoken to His Majesty and the Empress about your matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” Rong Feiyan nodded faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But neither His Majesty nor the Empress have given their consent,” Consort Rong continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Feiyan’s eyes filled only with astonishment; she frowned at Consort Rong: “Sister, this—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consort Rong shook her head at Rong Feiyan: “Yan’er, don’t rush. Though His Majesty and the Empress haven’t approved, they haven’t said no either. They only mentioned considering Xu’s boy’s future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.” Rong Feiyan seemed to exhale in relief and nodded dully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sisters walked in silence toward the exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before reaching the palace gates, Consort Rong whispered, “Yan’er, do you still remember last year’s Lantern Festival?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Feiyan’s eyes flickered, a faint smile touching her lips as she nodded: “Sister, I remember some of it—that day—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consort Rong nodded: “Then do you know who arranged the seating?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wasn’t it the Ministry of Rites officials?” Rong Feiyan asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consort Rong shook her head: “No. It was the Prince’s arrangement.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then they stepped out of the palace gates, and Consort Rong added: “Yan’er, think carefully on the way. If anything puzzles you, send a letter to me in the palace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Sister.” Rong Feiyan bowed to Consort Rong, then followed the Marchioness of Fuchang out of the palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside Donghuamen,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>after walking a short distance, they returned to Nanjiangtang Alley,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and as the Marchioness of Fuchang stepped down from the carriage at the second gate, she casually asked the Rong family maid: “Has Er-lang’s wife returned?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Madam, she has returned,” the maid replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Feiyan glanced at the bowed maid and said coolly: “What’s wrong? Is there trouble?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“N-no, nothing,” the maid shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Feiyan frowned, studying the maid for a few moments, then turned to the Marchioness of Fuchang, who looked relaxed, and said: “Mother, why don’t we go see my niece and nephew?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Marchioness could respond, Rong Feiyan tugged her sleeve toward Rong Xian’s courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the courtyard gate, the mother and daughter heard the child’s heart-wrenching cries from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Rong Feiyan could speak, the Marchioness of Fuchang strode in, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on! Why is the child crying so desperately?” she shouted upon entering the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Consort Rong gave birth to the prince, the Marchioness of Fuchang would never have dared shout like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, as the prince’s maternal grandmother and a holder of a noble title, her authority over her daughter-in-law had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Shi, hearing the noise, hurried to the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at Rong Feiyan, whose beauty outshone all others, and forced a smile: “Mother, nothing’s wrong—just the child being greedy and eating too many chewed jujubes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you watch over the child? She’s so young—how could you let her eat so many jujubes?” The Marchioness of Fuchang stepped into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, seeing her grandson in tears, she turned and glared at Dou Shi: “Since he’s not your own daughter’s son, why do you treat him like this as a stepmother? Is this how you care for him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Rong Feiyan watched her nephew’s tear-streaked face, his clothes smeared with snot and dirt, and her brow furrowed as she glared fiercely at the nurse: “What are you all doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter whose womb he came from, he is still a Rong child—the prince’s elder cousin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rong Feiyan scolded the Rong family nurse in sharp tones, her words carrying an implied rebuke toward Dou Shi, which darkened Dou Shi’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After visiting the Dou family, this happens—how do you expect the Dou family and your sister-in-law to save face?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I’m sorry, Madam,” the nurse bowed her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough. Pack your things. Leave tomorrow. We don’t need a nurse like you.” The Marchioness of Fuchang waved her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” The nurse of Rong Xian’s son looked up in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Shi opened her mouth to plead, but before she could speak, the Marchioness of Fuchang turned to the nurse: “Didn’t you hear me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Madam.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the nurse leave, the Marchioness of Fuchang added: “Alright, daughter-in-law, the children are tired—have them brought to my courtyard for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Shi: “Mother—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marchioness of Fuchang: “Not for any other reason—just to accumulate virtue and blessings for the prince.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Shi fell silent, unable to respond, and could only murmur, “Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, after seeing them off at the courtyard gate, Dou Shi clenched her handkerchief as she watched the Marchioness of Fuchang and Rong Feiyan walk away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiying Alley,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheng family’s academy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>during the brief morning break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Buwei hand a jujube to Qi Heng, Gu Tingye smiled: “Yuanruo, who gave you this jujube?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Heng sighed and looked at Gu Tingye: “Uncle, it’s from my maternal grandfather. Mother said it brings good fortune and insisted I eat it every day these few days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Princess Consort speaks wisely,” Gu Tingye smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Heng bit into the jujube, glanced at Xu Zaijing, and asked: “Uncle, why are you and Jing-ge so late today? Did something happen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Tingye’s lips curled slightly: “This morning, I went with Wu-lang to see off my brother-in-law beyond the city walls.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang Feng, behind Qi Heng, asked in confusion: “Second Uncle Gu, why is Huang’s brother leaving the capital now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He served six months as palace guard and made himself known to His Majesty and the Prince—now it’s time for him to join the military,” Gu Tingye said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Heng studied Gu Tingye thoughtfully, then glanced at Xu Zaijing, hesitating: “Uncle, is it because Third Aunt—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clever,” Gu Tingye praised with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang Feng’s eyes lit up with sudden understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I must tell Mother this good news,” Qi Heng smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several autumn rains,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the weather gradually cooled,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and this year’s Chrysanthemum Viewing outside the city, Xu Zaijing did not attend—he devoted himself entirely to studying at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the mornings and evenings, when speaking with his mother and sister-in-law, he heard vaguely that Rong Xian’s eldest illegitimate son had been taken into the Marchioness of Fuchang’s care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing this, the eldest daughter of the Fuguo Duke Dou family gathered relatives from the Yang family and the Gu family of Ningyuan Marquis to plead with the Marchioness of Fuchang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the eldest sister, who had married into the Yang family, came begging, even Madam Bai could not avoid joining the commotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the end, nothing changed—Rong family had Consort Rong and the prince backing them; things were no longer as they once were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dou Shi, married into the Rong family, had done things herself that were cruel and unjust, so the matter was settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time flowed like water,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>quietly passing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>on this day,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zaijing, enjoying a day off, watched the fallen leaves in the courtyard and the autumn frost on the grape trellis, and softly shook his head: “Qingcao, why does this year feel so swift?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingcao, beside him, asked in confusion: “Master, does it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2533,"2026-06-20T10:32:41.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","afd8cdacbfa4bb52ca6372705b4877cb6f784cfa1cdc4d6ebd50be4a194b105d","i-am-the-xu-family-s-son-chapter-783","i-am-the-xu-family-s-son-chapter-781",790,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-am-the-xu-family-s-son-cover.jpg"]