In the beautiful imperial city, in the palace, the emperor looked at himself in the mirror. He had not worn this gold armor for a long time. I remember that the last time he wore it was 20 years ago.

Princess Xin helped Ji Wenchang tie up her cloak. On top of her beautiful face, she seemed to stop talking.

Ji Wenchang reached out and held up the pink cheeks of the noble princess and said with a smile, "Why, are you worried about me?"

In the eyes of Princess Xin, there was a mist. She held Ji Wenchang tightly and said, "Holy God, my concubines are afraid of..."

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