The Consort of the R

Mu Jiu shook her head slightly: "It's nothing, I had a rather bad dream.",After speaking, she closed her eyes, a rare weariness settling on her brow. She lay back in her chair, tilting her head slightly. Her ink-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, save for the section pulled up and adorned with a peachwood hairpin. Her slender waist was cinched tight, the folds of her skirt billowing gently around her as she swayed slightly with the breeze. Two sashes hung from her waist, rippling in the wind.,But this was just a description of him two years ago, and two years later, no one probably remembers what he looked like anymore, but his deviant methods are still fresh in everyone's memory.。