Chu zhaoyue took a deep breath for a long time, finally suppressed the violent tumbling of his stomach, and gave out a deep breath of turbid Qi. Chu zhaoyue had a rather hollow taste: "Alas, now I have nothing to do, but if I still sit in this sedan chair for the next journey, I think I will have something to do again."

"ah?" Duke Lin obviously didn't understand the meaning of Chu zhaoyue. After all, during his decades as a servant in the palace, he had never seen a lady or a rich family who sat in a sedan chair until she was pale and green.

"Miss Chu, what...