s.Mo Yunjing's long figure, like a ghost carved by divine hands, half-melted into the night, instantly filled with an invisible sense of intimidation. An Xuetang pursed her lips, feeling for the first...ime on her, her face sinking now. "Cut the crap, what do you want"Hua Xiang held up the imperial edict in her hand, "Naturally, I am here to see my husband. The emperor's decree is here. If you do not...