The demands of the former Empress were truly unreasonable.
The result was, of course, a ruthless refusal by Long Xiyuan.
Long Xiyuan, along with Bai Zhi'er and the others, left the Cold Palace and arrived at the long-sealed Changle Hall.
The former Empress had lived here during her lifetime.
Since her passing, apart from daily cleaning, the Palace Attendants dared not touch the things she had played with while alive.
So the furnishings in the hall were almost the same as they were during her lifetime.
Long Xiyuan gently stroked the windowsill and the desk.
"She used to love writing here. If not for Prince Li Zheng, she was indeed a qualified Empress."
Calm and well-mannered.
Today's sunlight was not bright, like a candle about to extinguish, only faintly illuminating the room.
Through the dust swirling in the air, Bai Zhi'er saw everything from the past.
Long Xiyuan recounted the events once more.
