In the palace of Jinqueli, Yunxiu comes to the house.
The eyebrows are new and beautiful, but the strings are broken and there is no good news.
Only then did she understand that one of the two jewels of Zhao and Xiang was a daughter of a noble family, and the other was of rouge red clay. But one was her, and the other was ultimately hers.
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She raised her eyes and secretly glanced at the people sitting under the tent. He extinguished the candle when he came in. Sitting in the shadow now, she couldn't really see his description. She only felt a faint pressure around her. Although no one was silent, she just knew that if she refused, there would be no room for turning back.
"If I promise you, will this Tianzi Tower really be under my control?"
"Of course it is. The person in charge of this building is subject to my orders."
As if aware of her relaxation, he paused for a moment and continued: "Of course, if you can't handle the errand, it will be easy for me to handle it."
She was silent, and the sound of the night watch came from outside the window, and she was shocked to realize that it was already past the third watch.
"Last question, why should you choose me?"
He finally ended his sitting posture that lasted the whole night and walked to the window. With a gentle flick of the moonlight, she seemed to see the mottled vermilion paint staining the corners of his tapestry sleeves. The aroma of Fu Yun in the room gradually dissipated. She seemed to understand, but also seemed confused.