"Your Majesty, there are rumors that the Queen is not in seclusion, but has been plotted against her, and her whereabouts are unknown. Does it mean that the Prince has not seen the Queen for such a long time without any doubts?" The visitor was wearing a green shirt, fluttering in the breeze, and he had a bookish air.
"Nalande, do you think someone has plotted against Her Majesty the Queen?" Huan Qingkong finally sat up lazily, stretched out, and took a look at the man standing upright below, "Then you say... Who in the world can plot against my imperial sister?"
"This..." Naland immediately looked embarrassed and lowered his head.
"I can't tell you." A smile flashed quickly, and a corner of Huan Qingkong's purple robe suddenly appeared in the corner of Nalande's eyes. A burst of fragrant fragrance also spread to the tip of his nose, causing a ripple in his heart.
