For Her Own Good
編集者: Atlas Studios
Deng Yuchuan's corpse was dragged down and the blood on the ground was quickly cleaned up.
As for the charred corpse that made the old emperor feel like a fishbone was stuck in his throat, it was also pulled away by the Imperial Guards to be destroyed completely, leaving no trace.
Although the farce was over, no one was in the mood to continue drinking.
The birthday banquet had to end hastily.
When Xiao Juan arrived, Yu Niaoniao was already gone.
Before he could be disappointed, he saw a small pearl by the foot of the table.
He picked up the pearls and looked at them. They must be the beads on the woman's head. For some reason, one of the small beads fell.
Although the pearls were small, from the color and shape, they should be tributes from the South Sea.
As long as it was a tribute, there would definitely be a record in the Internal Affairs Department.