C220 The Irony of the Chenopodium

Yang Xuechen felt that she had entered into a space filled with white mist. In the depths of the white mist, Old Princess, whom she had not seen in three years, appeared here. She still had the bearing of a person at work, her ancient red robe intertwined with her body as she sat on a wooden chair.

This was clearly an old ghost. Even though she was smiling in the middle of the night