If He Xuan is here, he must be very distressed.

Suddenly, the crying stopped abruptly, replaced by the sound of porcelain breaking against the ground.

Thunderbolt.

"It's good for her to vent out, but she just pity the porcelain."

With Jiang Yue's movements, it was not only the porcelain that fell to the ground, but also the heart, the heart that filled He Xuan.

The emperor's order cannot be violated, He Xuan has returned to Beijing, she doesn't know how to describe her current mood, she just feels out of breath and sad.

As far as the eye could see, the ground was full of debris, a mess, Jiang Yue's hair was messy, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was paralyzed weakly......

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