On the bed curtain, the second emperor took off the crown that symbolized the supreme power of the Qin Empire.
The black bird that was singing with its neck raised fell to the ground, covered in dust. It was ultimately a waste of time.
He rested his arms on either side of Ba Qing's body, the fire in his heart still growing, demanding that he release it immediately.
Ba Qing's lips were stained with a moist luster, as if they were transparent.
Lying on the bed, her entire body posture was in full view.
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