In the imperial palace, the lights were bright.

The palace people after a batch of cleaning, all trembling, waiting for Xie Jie finished dressing, then all consciously retired.

Ahya sat at the edge of a small table and gazed down at the gold lotus lamp, her eyes slightly soft.

The celebration banquet, after three rounds of wine, the generals are let loose, laughing and feasting.

Along with her, she was also infected by that emotion ...