C315 The War of the South Court

Taking a deep breath, Han Ling nodded her head, "Then you can go in!"

When Sima Qing entered, he saw a white figure sitting by the window. There was only a single light in the room, which made her figure look lonely and cold.

He pursed his lips but did not say anything. He took out a xun from his bosom, and a low, sweet melody came out from the xun. Xiao Yue's thick eyelashes trembled