How great is the Qingming Festival, invite the Moon Palace.
Su Wen, the Palace Master of Yaoyue Palace, was still lazily lying on her own soft big bed. Or rather, most of the time, she rarely went out, let alone left this hall.
It wasn't because there were any restrictions that bound her, but simply because there was very little in the outside world that could arouse her interest, so she was naturally too lazy to go out.
At this moment, Su Wen was flipping through a book. It was obviously printed not long ago and still had the smell of ink. The title of the book was "Alexander Su Zhi".
If someone sees this name, he would probably spit out blood. Someone actually compiled his life into a book?
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