It's March in spring and it's been sunny for several days.
Yu Lingxi had just recovered from a serious illness, and finally had a peaceful day, leaning on the imperial concubine's bed and reading a book.
The weather has turned warm, but she is still wrapped in thick fox fur, and her face is a little pale, but it does not diminish her appearance at all.
The thin light from the window illuminated her delicate profile, her skin was better than snow, and her green silk like fine silk clung to her delicate figure, making her look even more fragile and vulnerable. Only the animal head ring on her finger showed her noble status as the youngest daughter of the general's palace.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
