C125 Eton's Death

Within the Wu Yue Imperial Palace.

A gust of cool wind blew over, gently caressing the hair on Mo Yitong's forehead.

Mo Yitong raised her right hand and gently combed her hair. Looking at the lotus flowers in the pond, a trace of disappointment appeared on her face. A slight puzzled expression appeared on her delicate and beautiful face.

"Mistress, what's wrong?" I don't seem happy