"I don't miss lovesickness in my life, so I miss lovesickness, and it hurts lovesickness..." The man casually put on a fiery red robe, with the skirt open wide, revealing his beautiful texture. The white and slender fingertips gently rubbed the delicate jade cup, "The body is like floating clouds, and the heart is like flying catkins..."
"What the Palace Master said is so good," the enchanting woman said with a sweet smile, "She really is the Palace Master."
"It's a pity that I'm talking about someone else." The handsome man raised his petal-like lips and smiled softly.
"What kind of beauty can make the palace master worry so much?" The woman said with a smile, "Can Meiyue be destined to be in the same room? Sisters from the Tianxiang Kingdom..." But the woman fell down before she could finish her words, and a string of blood slowly seeped out from her thin white neck - she was already dead before she could scream!
"Palace Master, calm down!!" The beautiful maids and young men knelt down towards the man in horror.
"You don't deserve to see him. You don't deserve to know his name." The man's narrow eyes narrowed, but the smile on his face did not change. He looked so light and gentle, as if he had just killed his beloved concubine, instead of killing an ant.