Chapter 1395, the words of the indifferent Mutian star are like thunderbolts from the clear sky, exploding on the top of the elegant head.

Tight lip line, purple pupils a little dim down, can respond, but only thin: "I'm sorry."

There's a part of her thinking that's too petty.

If it hadn't been for Mutian, she hadn't noticed herself. She thought she had no reservations about blue, but now it doesn't seem so.

She thought she could be the landlord's wife instead of the queen for the sake of being blue. That's love with all her heart and soul.

But when it comes to the secrets of the ancient Northern...