now that she's sick in the palace with brain damage, they seem to get along better. The emperor thinks this is a good match."Yun Qianyue paused her chopsticks, squinting her eyes; the old emperor had... in winter, and the warm scent of the osmanthus had turned into a chilly one."Rong Jing..." Yun Qianyue never thought that he could look at her like this with such cold eyes. She pitifully called out...