The torch was burning brightly, and the rising flames looked passionate and unrestrained, just like its holder.
Princess Chu was dressed in a bright red men's suit, which was more beautiful than the flame on the torch.
With her long hair simply tied up in a golden crown, she stood quietly in front of the gate of Xianyang Palace with one hand behind her back, waiting.
The secret guards stood there like wooden stakes, not daring to move on the surface, but secretly complaining in their hearts.
If the young master had been more honest, he would have returned to Chang'an Junfu by now. Can those female secret guards pay more attention and not let the young master always flirt with other women and cause trouble?
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