C21 Choose a Birthday Gift for the Empress Dowager

The next morning.

A slightly confused gaze swept across the rows of eunuchs and palace maids. Finally, it fixed on Fusu, who was in the corner placing toiletries. Yang Xuanyin got up and called out:

"Fusu. . . "

The tone of his voice was soft and hoarse, and he had just woken up. In addition, Yang Xuanyin only wore a thin white shirt