When Dongfang Yu left, the Ninth Emperor still could not feel at ease.
She pursed her lips, staring in the direction the little girl left for a long time.
Perhaps after that nightmare, she felt restless and, therefore, had a hard time sleeping at night.
She was only wearing a snow-colored tulle, transparent and thin, that did not block the wind.
The night wind blew quite strong, revealing her thin snow-white legs.
Nan Changfeng did not leave. He stood under the tree, watching her.
The Ninth Emperor walked out the door and saw the young man not far away...
The young man looked handsome, better than the clear moon in the sky, breathtakingly beautiful.
He slowly walked to the Ninth Emperor, putting his coat on her body. "The night wind is quite strong. You might catch a cold if you dress like this."
The Ninth Emperor smiled. "From my breakthrough to this rank, I fall sick so easily."
