C1988 The Tomb of Imperial Consort Qing 1
Imperial Consort Qing's life was hanging by a thread. At this time, the swamp had already reached her chin. She could no longer care about her elegance. She wanted to swear to the heavens to make Mu Yunhua believe in her. She was covered in mud and her hair was disheveled. She looked as miserable as she could be.
"Is her words credible?"
Ye Qing still held a doubtful attitude towards this woman