C347 Unconsciousness

It rained heavily that day. Sima Qing entered the palace without any obstructions. His body, which was not under an umbrella, dripped with rain. It flowed unceasingly from his hair and his face.

Blurred his vision...

"Aunty …"

Lying on the imperial concubine's bed, he turned his head to look at the woman who was slowly turning her head around. Seeing the wet body, he couldn't help but frown