C170 Wind and rain

Time flew. In the blink of an eye, the second day was already the fifteenth of the eighth month!

Early the next morning, he would go to the Imperial Palace.

What would happen tomorrow, even Mu Wan Yun was a little perturbed.

She bent over the desk and wrote the calligraphy on the xuan paper over and over again with the brush. However, the more she wrote, the more flustered she became