When He Qingyue woke up, she found that she had returned to the time she had traveled through before, and had become one of the concubines in the inhumane emperor's harem.
He Qingyue: I thought I could pass easily this time, but I found that the system didn't follow me.
This dynasty was in turmoil, and now the Holy Emperor was ridiculously young, and the entire situation was controlled by the palm of a man named Xie Minghuai.
Countless loyal ministers and heroes were dissatisfied, and rebels and traitors were unhappy, but no one could do anything to him.
He was like a firm anchor, anchoring this crumbling dynasty.
No one knew what he wanted, but occasionally someone in the palace saw the arrogant Master Zhang Yin alone in the room staring at a handkerchief embroidered with clouds and mist.
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Are you He Xiwu or He Qingyue?
Xie Huai pressed forward step by step, and the tall figure of the man enveloped He Qingyue, his eyes were slightly lowered, and his expression was so cold.
But He Qingyue saw the shaky look in the man's eyes. She sighed slightly and gently hugged the trembling man.
"Everyone in the world was greedy for my appearance at first, but now that my skin has changed, what are you after?"
The evening mist is easy to disperse, but the clear moon is hard to stay. Why bother to force yourself while you are still alive?
The man wrapped a string of jade beads in his hand around the woman's wrist, leaned over and kissed her warm lips: "What if I insist on hugging this evening mist and embracing this clear moon?"
He Qingyue was stunned, then smiled softly: "That's as you wish."
Purpose: Labor is the most glorious