C85 You Want Me to Have a Concubine

When Shen Jingli thought about the Mid Autumn Palace banquet, he realized that it had already been a long time.

The weather in the late autumn was bone-piercing cold. It was unknown whether his body was injured too much in his youth, and had a bad foundation, but the moment the weather became cold, it would become unbearable. He hugged his quilt as he curled up on the Arhat Bed