C339 Help the Wet Nurse

In the boudoir, Jinghao sat in front of the dressing table with both hands supporting her chin. Although her eyes seemed to be looking at herself in the mirror, her thoughts had already flown to an unknown place.

Ye Tanmo patted Jinghao's shoulder and told her not to think so much. After all, she had already returned to the Imperial Residence and had forgotten about what had happened outside