The Consort of the R

Wei Xue nodded and turned to leave. Mu Jiu sat up and walked to the bedside. He hadn't had a nightmare in a long time.,Her eyelashes, long and delicate like butterfly wings, fluttered slightly. Her clear, glassy eyes reflected the light outside, resembling two precious gems that shimmered faintly. As she blinked, a slight mistiness veiled her gaze, obscuring the colors hidden within.,In the evening, as the sun set in the west and night fell, the bustling capital city came alive. Thousands of lanterns illuminated the streets, their warm glow outshining even the stars in the sky.。