C67 Perpetrators

By the middle of August, the weather had begun to cool, and the lotus flowers in the lotus pond were all falling.

Early in the morning, Princess Yun Jiao was sitting in a pavilion as she forcefully rubbed her handkerchief. The handkerchief had already been rubbed so many times that it seemed to be on the verge of breaking apart.

Cui Huan ran over. She bowed and whispered, "Princess