Daxia: God-Level Prince Consort, Princess, Please Stop Being Wrong.

The night in Changle Palace is colder than elsewhere. The lights were so bright that every face in the hall looked like a mask. The burnt aroma of barbecue and the sweetness of warm wine mixed together and penetrated the nostrils, but could not warm people's hearts. Xiao Chen slumped on a chair, holding a jade cup in his hand. The cup is as cold as his heart. He squinted his eyes and looked at the wine sloshing in the glass as if he was drunk. He has been drinking this wine for three years.