"You still haven't answered my question..."
Mu Yueyao walked towards her, the moonlight like a washing stream stretching the shadows long. "What is your relationship with Chen Mo?"
Ye Henshui's pupils shrank to pinpoints, wanting to escape but it was already too late.
The shadow cast on the blue bricks continued to spread, like a black tide, engulfing the whole street in an instant!
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Imperial Palace, Ningde Palace.
The Empress had just cleansed her phoenix body at Xuanqing Pool.
At this moment, wearing a light night robe, she sat at her dressing table, her reflection in the mirror showing an absolutely beautiful face.
Red lips and white teeth, bright eyes with a gentle glance, her fair skin faintly visible under the thin gauze nightgown, a golden-threaded waistband outlining an impressive silhouette, her chest slightly rising and falling with her breath, her swan-like neck still holding some unbrushed water droplets at the collarbone.
