Your Majesty, Her Majesty has smashed your glassware!
Let her smash it. We'll just buy another.
Your Majesty, Her Majesty has taken your paintings and calligraphy to sell!
Let her sell them. I'll paint a few more tomorrow.
Your Majesty, Her Majesty is packing her things and says she wants to roam the jianghu.
Let her...
Poor Xiao Fuzi only felt a gust of wind rush past him. The emperor was gone.
At the entrance to Weiyang Palace, Yue Li stood with a small bundle on her back, looking at the grim-faced man before her. She couldn't help shrinking her neck.
Mu Chen, I was wrong
The maids around her looked at their mistress with disdain.
Your Majesty, where has your dignity gone?
