Chapter 111: Lan Feiyu's Ruin

of poetry written through the night, filled with verses of fate.With a tail drooping in sadness, the thought lingers, like camel bells jingling along the Silk Road.To entrust the long years, remember..."This princess has other matters to attend to, so I shall take my leave." 。 She wore a gown of soft, green smoke silk that was ethereal and elegant. Her stunning face, which never wore makeup, had just a light touch of color, bright and radiant like ten miles of blooming pea...