The Imperial Concubi

"My mouth is a bit dry, could you pour me a glass of water" Bai Aoxue said to the child who called herself Mu Mian.,While Mu Mian was away, Bai Ao Xue began to organize her jumbled thoughts. Scenes from the past flashed through her mind like a fast-forwarding film.,The original tranquil courtyard was disrupted by the tragic cries of the cotton tree, Bai Aoxue slightly frowned.。