C280 To be a Concubine
Recently, Qingning had become more and more addicted to sleep. When he woke up, it was already around ten o'clock.
He was about to walk out of the yard and fetch some flower dew from the garden.
As he approached, he saw a man of about twenty-six or twenty-seven years of age, slowly fanning himself with a fan as he commented on the garden full of flowers.
"Although peonies are beautiful
