C44 Yan Liang

The harem, the Hall of Heartmoon, and the bamboo shadow that swept the steps.

A youth wearing a golden brocade robe was standing in front of a stone table, drinking wine. He raised his head to look at the bright moon in the sky, pouring wine for himself.

Just then, a guard appeared behind him, respectfully kneeling on one knee. That person's aura was extremely thick