Night, Zhongcui Palace.

The delicate beauty combed herself in the mirror, her dyed nails cut through her black and bright hair, and her slightly smug face was reflected in the blurred bronze mirror, and a smile was hooked at the corner of her mouth.

The palace maid saw that she didn't sleep late at night and sat here to make up,...

"The Tyrant's Little Jiao Bao is Sweet" Chapter 321 It's too late for the mother to be moved It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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