C570 Sink to the Bottom of the Valley

The Dew Palace, the Glazed Palace.

"Cough, cough …"

Mo Qingge coughed lightly and spat out the soup that she had just fed into her mouth. A sweet taste came from the tip of her tongue.

So sweet, why was there a fishy smell mixed in?

In his ears, he heard the gentle voice of Leng Hong Zhu calling out to him: "Ming'er, Ming'er, are you awake?"

"Mother, mother!"

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