Shen Yinning didn't expect to run into him in this place.
A flicker of guilt flashed in her Dan Feng eyes, and she quickly tilted her head with a half-smile, waving the small mud-gold folding fan in her hand: "A thousand miles of destiny connected by a single thread, the harmonious union of flowers and moon is a matter of accumulating virtue and doing good deeds. How can it be considered as giving favors? Your Majesty, your words truly leave this minister's wife puzzled."
During the early summer season, the water waves outside the corridor were shallow and clear.
The young girl wore a Xiangfei colored top, paired with a skirt of silver-red alternating patterns with twelve pieces. A cinnabar-red satin waistband cinched her slender waist, tying a pretty bow beneath her chest.
