C329 Consort Tong

Wei Qinglan was stupefied looking at the girl sitting in the center of the hall. The girl was actually exactly the same as her mother! She was like a woman walking out of a painting in her father's study.

The others had already entered the hall of Consort Tong, only Wei Qinglan stood blankly at the door.

"What's wrong?" Long Tianjue walked to Wei Qinglan's side