Previous chapter:
Chapter 125: ghost also cry
Next chapter:
Chapter 127: the shaman crimson veil
PREVIEW
... ing the steam rising from pots and the scent of spices clinging softly to the air. Workers were training, scribbling characters on wooden slates, while others practiced carrying trays without dropping bowls.
Yao Qing approached the Empress, who was folding aprons for the afternoon shift.
"Where are you going?" she asked suspiciously, seeing Lian An tying her outer robe.
"Just the market," Lian An replied casually, smoothing her hair as if nothing was unusual.
Yao ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE





























