In Chaoyang Palace, in the parasol garden.
Princess Qing He had been sitting in front of the mirror for two hours. A servant came in and whispered, "Princess, His Majesty hasn't come back yet!"
"Did you go to Zhu Ziyu's wine shop? Maybe he is there. Zhu Ziyu is his best friend."
The little servant's eyes flickered, and then he said, "He's gone. The other little immortals have already laid down the bamboo jade, but the lord isn't there!"
Princess Qing He grabbed the sandalwood comb in front of her and held it tightly. Her tender skin was scratched and drops of blood fell on her long white dress.
"Princess, your hand..."
Princess Qing He suddenly let go of her hand, and her comb fell to the ground with a bang. The servant bent down and picked it up hurriedly.
"Your Highness, maybe the
