"Princess, the bed is made, you can go to sleep now." The maid Qiuyue made the bed and fumigated the brocade quilt with a fumigation cage.
When the quilt became soft and warm, she slightly bent her body and quietly retreated.
It was still cold in February. Princess Yichang straightened her collar, put down the book in her hand, and went to the inner room.
The dim candlelight flickered slightly, and her curled eyelashes trembled slightly.
A slight sound came from the other side. She turned around and looked sideways.
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