C59 It Is Better to Have a Wife than a Hot Stove

After Qin Huo heard this, he glanced over indifferently.

The trees were covered in flowers and spring air, the youth with peach blossom eyes felt a chill, touched his nose, and continued to look at Grand Empress Dowager, feeling wronged.

Now that he thought about it, Qin Huo was twenty-four this year. He had been suffering from a thousand cold poison for the past few years