Chen Liao Xuan seemed to be holding his breath, he closed his eyes, and the memory of Liu Angier flashed back so vividly. It made the cavities in his chest hurt so much. If who confirmed that his memories of Liu Angier were as beautiful as that, why did each time he remember the pain pierce his heart? What happened to him now? Chen Liao Xuan was utterly clueless about it.
And the night had finally come. The dinner for the King and the Concubines was now served on their respective tables. The concubines, every two weeks, will indeed have dinner with the King, a ritual of respect because they can eat together with their husbands.
