String Moon Palace, the gates are full.

The congratulatory people from all the palaces kept coming and going, singing salute after salute, it was very lively.

Lin Wuyue sent away a wave of lowly concubines who had come together, and couldn't help but rub her forehead and let out a secret sigh.

"Master." Her personal palace maid, Light Cloud, knew that her master disliked such occasions the most and must have been annoyed, so she specially brought ...