C86 Prince Xian and His Wife(1)
In a flash, another half a month passed, and the capital city was already entering its summer season. The Song Residence was the Prime Minister's Residence, so the treatment should not be bad, but the ice that Song Mingyue received every day was pitifully little. Let alone the summer heat, the ice was gone in less than a quarter of an hour. She wanted to use her knees to think about it