The breeze in March still blows over my side face with a little chill. I kneel down on my knees, and I'm all submissive. "My concubines are ignorant and don't know the holy meaning. But today, the Queen Mother summoned my concubines to the palace to copy scriptures. I'm afraid I dare not let the queen mother wait."

"then you want me to wait?" He came close to my face coldly, a light ambergris fragrance came to my nose, and the voice of being forced to suppress my emotion asked me again and again, "how long do you want me to wait for you, and when do you want to...