Noble Wife: Your Majesty, Don't Mess Around

The sky is gloomy. Layers of dark clouds were filled with water vapor, but after a short while, icy rain fell down continuously. The fallen leaves on the trees were like butterflies with broken wings, circling and turning in the air. There was a bit of desolation and gloom in the coldness. There was a rapid sound of horse hooves coming from the bluestone official road, and several figures passed by in a blink of an eye. "Drive!" The man in the lead had a vicissitudes of life, his temples were gray, he was looking ahead, his brows were furrowed, and his figure outlined an indescribable desolation. The light rain in early autumn is pattering. Although it is not as biting as the cold winter, it has a bit of chill...