C234 Hundred miles of night's understanding of temperament

The imperial garden.

On a polished stone table, there were exquisite pastries and fruits that normal people would not be able to eat.

Xuanyuan Jing sat on the stone table and anxiously looked into the distance. Sometimes she would stand up, sometimes she would walk around, and it seemed like she was waiting for someone.

Her anxious face had a feminine look to it.

Suddenly