C961 Have a husband and children

In early autumn in Paris, the weather turned cold. The verdant leaves of the parasol trees gradually turned yellow, and the breeze carried a slight chill.

At this moment, on the balcony where the chrysanthemums were still in bloom, a refreshing fragrance permeated the air.

A beautiful woman was lying on the Imperial Consort's chair. Her fair face was as if it had been dyed by the moonlight