The Evil Emperor Only Dotes on Older Concubines

A heart has been prosperous, omnipotent, and galloping. When it is riddled with holes, all that remains is a person, a city, and a lifetime of heartache. "Bah, bah, bah!" Outside the Xuyan Hall, heavy raindrops hit the stone slabs, causing beautiful splashes. Looking outside the door, it seemed as if there was an extremely wide bead curtain hanging between the sky and the earth, and it was foggy and blurry. The rain poured down from the sky, hitting the delicate golden glazed tiles. The heavy rain was like drums, sonorous and powerful. Yun Wanxiang knelt quietly under the eaves, the rain on the roof...