Princess He Wanyue

The man in the dark green brocade robe knitted his eyebrows tightly together, stared dissatisfied at the woman who was neither standing nor sitting, and snorted coldly. The woman glanced at him proudly and ate the dishes on the table, completely ignoring the man's dark face. "Princess, please eat slowly. I don't seem to be starving you, right?" The woman raised her head, wiped her mouth carefully, stood up gracefully and calmly, then strode to the man's side, casually found a seat to sit down, picked up the teacup, and took a sip. "Meng Qinghan!" The man roared. The woman glanced at him and muttered in his ear, "If you have the guts, just divorce me." On the high chair, the emperor in dragon robe pursed his lips and looked at the angry woman with interest. The name came to mind - Wanyue, where is Wanyue? * In the corner, a woman with three thousand black hair hanging around her face, a pair of red and swollen tearful eyes clearly appeared on her pale, paper face, and she was trembling and curled up. "Mu Wanyue, you can only belong to me. Even if you die, you can't escape me!" The furious black-robed man raised two thick eyebrows, the woman's sharp chin was pinched tightly with his fingers, and his bloodthirsty eyes were filled with intense pain. The woman sneered indifferently, turned her head away, and stared lonely at the smashed hibiscus jade hairpin. *** New article: "Crescent Moon Dawn" A clear spring with lingering ripples and clear shadows after the moon falls. We depend on each other for the rest of our lives. Is she a ghost left in Weiyang Palace, ups and downs in the shackles of the Han family? Is she for the wealth and power of the wealthy businessman and noble son of Chang'an who is as gentle as jade, for the stability of Kunmi in the desert, or for the steadfast fellows in Bowang Garden?