"Did she really say that?"

Xie Yuanjun nearly crushed the porcelain calabash in his hand, full of gloomy eyes and dizzy with anger.

Her palace maid, Green Cloud, clutching the brocade box that was not sent out, indignantly added fuel to the fire: "Simply audacious and unaware of life and death! Such an obscure white flower, Your Majesty, she is not sarcastic ......"

Is it a widow?

Xie Yuanjun is usually well disguised, even the ...