C1117 The End of the Southern Wind Fragrance

"Princess Consort Yue has been waiting for a long time. I'm sorry!"

Nanfong Xiang's pretentious words did not gain Lin Xuan's approval. Her almond-shaped eyes looked up and down at Mu Yi, who was standing behind her. With a single sentence she was struck by lightning and stopped where she was: "Wen Lan