The Consort of the R

There is no battlefield, no bloodshed, yet he lies on the cool rattan chairs in the courtyard of his mansion. The small courtyard is serene and peaceful.,Wei Xue lowered her eyes and went to make a pot of tea.,Her eyelashes, long and delicate like butterfly wings, fluttered slightly. Her clear, glassy eyes reflected the light outside, resembling two precious gems that shimmered faintly. As she blinked, a slight mistiness veiled her gaze, obscuring the colors hidden within.。