C688 Someone from Shen Zhuo

When night fell, it was snowing heavily outside the imperial study, but inside the study it was as warm as spring.

The top-grade sandalwood incense was slowly lit up in the furnace, emitting a unique calming fragrance.

Emperor Chong Qing caressed his concubine's face. "Does it hurt?" he asked indifferently.

Imperial Concubine Yang pitifully nodded