The opera troupe in the palace was still singing the lines of birthday celebrations, and the last red lips gently turned on the rim of the wine glass. Her calm face was reflected in the wine glass, but it shone brightly.
At the end of the day, there will be fragrance in the ten miles away. This was the first time in my memory that the naughty man said this to himself so seriously.
After a moment of silence, he walked out of the seat holding the cup firmly with his other hands and smiled at the young emperor sitting in the seat.