at night, in the moonlight garden, in the Zhaoyi palace, Duan Zhaoyi sat in front of the mirror with a light water colored veil, and his long and thin fingers gently stroked his slightly swollen cheeks.

"like snow, how can I reward you?" Looking at the woman in the mirror, the words are always gentle.

"the host seems to be in a good mood today." Duan Ruxue turns around and climbs his hands up to his strong waist.

"it's time for Princess Yun to send the news to Xiangfu." Mu Yixuan still looked at the figure in the mirror and said softly.

"someone has been sent to report. Your cold...