The Image of Luo Qiu
At this moment, the youth had a pretty smile on his face.
Zhao Shuning, on the other hand, looked at him with a completely different expression.
"What's wrong?"
Gu Han Xun asked softly.
However, Zhao Shuning did not extend her hand.
"I'm fine."
She put her hands behind her back and looked at the crowd behind her. Finally, she walked down the stage alone.
Qin Anxin must have sensed something.
Many of the palace maids followed Zhao Shuning back to the temple.
Zhao Shuning had turned her head.
Gu Han Xun didn't follow.
Presumably, he had stayed behind to receive the people's love and affection.
It was also true that his own second imperial concubine had been humiliated by the wife of the country's ruler during the Flower Seeking Festival, and he was also sitting on a wheelchair. It was obvious that he was a victim.