She was just loyal to him, she just loved him, she just hated him too much...
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The woman traced her eyebrows in the mirror, and three thousand blue hairs like frost fell to the ground. The water is clear and flowing, and the eyebrows are full of charm.
"Empress, Concubine Le, I would like to see you."
The woman's eyes turned, and her soft eyes seemed to naturally show a hint of nobility. The dignified and elegant Twelve Qing Chan clothes made her extremely beautiful, and her aura was revealed inadvertently between her hands and feet.
Applying the last petal of cinnabar on her eyebrows, she smiled gently and said, "No." Although she refused, there was no harsh words.
She, Da Qi's harem, talks about the rice seedlings to the imperial concubine, and the wood catkins.
As her name suggests, she is a frail and docile woman as beautiful as a catkins flower.