At the time, Wang Jiaojiao hadn't taken those words to heart, because in her view, Xiang Yun, this** (wán kù, a spoiled and dissolute prince), could never ascend the throne, given the complex political situation at the time.
But fate is fickle, and the world is unpredictable; anything is possible.
Remembering her mother's words, Wang Jiaojiao turned to look at Xiang Yun's face, muttering to herself, "A woman's skill, huh?"
Xiang Yun was indeed asleep, but he vaguely felt a soft, comfortable sensation on his body, as if something was pressing down on him.
Awakening, Xiang Yun looked closely and exclaimed, "Damn—the city is playing games!"
In the blink of an eye, the silver moon hung high, its light alluring.
When Xiang Yun left the Jade Snow Palace, he had to lean against the wall, hi
