C470 Damaged

Wenwanqing frowned on the side. "Good wife, looks like someone wants to frame us."

As for who it was, Jiangxuelian could even think of it with his toes.

Jiangxuelian clenched his teeth and stormed out of the warehouse towards the imperial garden pavilion.

Wenwanqing followed: "Consort?"

Before coming here, they had met Xiaozhirou who was enjoying the flowers in the imperial garden