Miss Ruthless

In the dead of night, the palace lanterns in the palace were swaying. In the solemn and quiet imperial study room, a stunningly beautiful woman in a bright red dragon robe sat on the large and comfortable dragon chair. She leaned over and read the piles of memorials on the imperial table. Sometimes she frowned and sneered, sometimes she stretched her brows and murmured to herself... "See you, Your Majesty..." Hearing the voice of the night guard outside the door, the beautiful woman on the dragon chair had a gentle smile on her lips. Her eyes looked expectantly at the carved wooden door that gradually opened, and a beautiful man in a purple shirt appeared in front of her. "Qi Ye, why haven't you gone to bed yet?" The stunning beauty...