It was cold in the Ming Dynasty Palace where there were open and hidden arrows, but His Majesty's side was not cold. The Jixian Palace on the hot couch in the pepper room was not cold, but the place where His Majesty could not be touched was as cold as an ice cellar and penetrated to the bones.
"I always thought that you should have gone with me the year my mother passed away, but I didn't expect to wait until today."
"I'm just guarding the He Qing Haiyan she left behind, waiting for someone worthy of entrusting her."
Intention: Zhao Wan is locked to death! ! !