C687 Phoebe
The brush and ink in Zhao Jingyi's hand flew out and she almost knocked over the table, smashing it towards the unknown person.
"The princess is afraid of ghosts?" the young man asked in an elegant voice.
Zhao Jingyi opened her eyes and saw a white-clothed youth standing a few steps away with a lantern in his hand. The light from the lantern illuminated the entire room