In Kunning Palace, exquisite lamps are hung high and the room is filled with warm fragrance.
Empress Zhang's red skirt dragged on the ground, her face was covered with tears, and she was crying like a pear blossom in the rain.
Zhu Houzhao was restless and looked miserable. He couldn't help but wink at Gu Dayong who was following him: Think of a way, I can't hold on any longer.
Gu Dayong shrank his neck, very timid.
The Empress started to cry, and the Emperor was helpless. What else could this servant do?
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