Chapter 11 Raising a Glass of Wine, But No Flute or Zither...

Chapter 11: Raising a Glass of Wine, But No Flute or Zither...

Silently observing the pear branches, the breeze gently sweeping over Hồ Hoan garden, the snow had melted. The palace bustled with activity, preparing for the Emperor's birthday, as it did every year. Mộ Thanh Thư silently gazed at the endless blue sky, her heart tangled with unspoken c

            
            

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