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.,The calming tea worked well. Just a whiff of it and my mind felt at ease. I propped up my head with one hand and lazily held a teapot, pouring myself some tea, all in a languid manner.,Lan You was at her wit's end. She turned her head and glared at the person lounging lazily in a chair: "Can you please stop eating melon seeds"。