C1175 Royal Miss' Counterattack 12
In the past few days, she had deliberately written many letters, but they were all nothing but sad letters in spring and autumn. She could only blame herself for not having a mother's heartache or words of love.
When she was done, she threw it in the trash.
She knew that the letters that had been thrown into the trash would be delivered untouched to the emperor's table in the capital
