Empress Leng Yue stumbled into the room. She was sixteen years old. Her figure was more graceful, and she looked like Mu Zhaoyun. Seeing that she looked flustered and rushed into the room, she knocked the stool at the table to the ground.
What’s the matter? I saw my daughter in a panic. Mu Zhaoyun couldn’t help but pucker up. The moth, the moon, was too upset when something happened. How can you achieve great things like this? Niang that bitch came back. Leng Yue gasped with black eyes and hatred. In the past six years, her light…