C690 I Would Rather Die as a Country Spirit than Become a Lowly Slave

The sound of the city gates outside could be clearly heard in the Jiaofaang Hall.

Su Yueru did not close the palace door. She only asked someone to move a chair to sit at the door. She leaned on the back of the chair, one hand on her belly, and gently caressed it. She slightly raised her eyebrows and looked at the big red lantern hanging high up in the sky