The moonlight was just right.
Fu Shang sat on the steps of a side hall in the Yaohua Palace and looked up at the moon with his hand on his chin.
He was in a daze like a boss.
She casually picked a green foxtail and held it in her hand to play with a wild cat that had come out of nowhere.
The dignified Empress had actually fallen to such a state.
It was so miserable.
..
Within the bedchamber of Yaohua Palace.
No one noticed that a small corner of the window was broken, and a cold gaze was cast in. It was as if he was looking at a dead person, looking at the two people entangled on the bed.
When he saw the woman's face, he was stunned.
The person outside suddenly froze. A chill shot up from the soles of his feet and his heart ached. He couldn't help but take a step back.
The soles of her feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, and she felt a little weak.
