C157 red dust

Drunk dreams float like a emerald, inlaid in the East Mausoleum jade cup, rippling with the fragrance of wine.

Madam Ji was a little reserved as she hung her head. Out of the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Fang Miaomiao. Fang Miaomiao's expression was calm, her eyes clear and bright like glass, pure to the point that they were not tainted with any impurities or dust