C271 A Woman like Her

The dim yellow candle flame lightly swayed.

Mu Yi'an sat on the soft chair by the window and read a book.

"Your Highness." There was a soft sound in his ears.

Mu Yi'an abruptly raised his head and looked towards the bed.

He put down the veil on the bed and could barely see what was inside. He stared at the canopy for two seconds and seemed to suddenly react