On the evening of the second day of the new year, Lu huaijiang should have entered the palace to accompany the Empress for dinner.
"Push back the dinner at the Empress's and say that bengong is busy and will enter the palace tomorrow." Lu huaijiang looked at his subordinate indifferently, and the subordinate responded in a low voice.
She gathered her courage and looked at the busy Prince.
His Highness's usually spotless clothes had long been stained with strange, colorful, and shiny things.
A young man who could make all the officials in the court tremble with a frown and a soft snort.
At this moment, his face was tense, his hands were open, and he had a helpless look.
"Are you done? Is that enough?" Lu huaijiang sighed softly. He opened his fingers and sat on the soft couch.
