C783 Tyrant Fast Horse and Whip a Letter

Just like this, half a year passed, and there was a swift and flogging letter that was sent directly from the border into the Imperial Palace.

At this time, within the palace.

Shen Wangchuan was snuggling in Ruan Xiangyu's arms, bored out of his mind. He grabbed the purple grapes on the plate on the table and put them into his mouth one by one.

As for Ruan Xiangyu