The Tyrant Said I Was His White Moonlight Substitute

The memory of the previous moment is still burning in the soul - the ruined cold palace, the thick and sticky blood spreading under the body, the faint sound of silk and bamboo in Zhaoyang Palace in the distance celebrating the birthday of "Su Zhaoyi", like a mocking elegy. The eunuch wrapped her still-warm body with a straw mat and dragged her across the cold ground. Xiao Jue... That man was probably hugging his "lost and found" white moonlight and drinking sweet wine?