North mysterious sky, black ice Palace.
The first rays of the morning sun penetrated the thick ice fog and shone into the Yangxin Palace Hall.
The light shone through the window and onto the desk.
The sunlight fell on donghuang Ziyou's Jade-white fingers, reflecting a dazzling white light.
Her fingers were slender and long, with joints like bamboo, extremely beautiful.
The warm sunlight was rendered by the icy mist and shone on her hands. It was so beautiful that it was dazzling and dreamy.
The candlelight on the desk gradually weakened, while the light in the hall gradually brightened.
The piles of memorials showed that donghuang Ziyou had been busy the entire night.
She put down the last Memorial in her hand and smiled in relief. &Quot;
"I've finally finished marking!"
With North profound heaven and Dong Yuan heaven by her side, donghuang Ziyou's political affairs became busier.
