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When Jia Chong first formulated laws and decrees, he and Yang Hu consulted with Grand Tutor Zheng Chong. Chong said, "Gao Yao's strict and righteous intention is beyond the reach of my cowardice." Yang said, "The emperor wants us to have a little more progress." Chong then gave his consent.

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