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With the loss of the emperor, the Zhaoyang Palace returned to its previous calm.

Zhaojun leaned on the door of the room. Looking at the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but think of that person, a beauty as beautiful as the moon, but there was no news of her at all.

She turned around and went back into the house. Without Hua Xuming, she was the only one watching the cool breeze