At midday, in the Yongning Palace_
The fine wind ran through the window lattices, and the gold gauze curtains hanging from the Main Hall were wafting. The pendants of the crystal chandelier swayed under the inlaid blue carved beams. Just as it made a subtle and crisp sound, it was brutally obliterated by a roar and beating from below.
Wan Yuyao was so angry that she lifted her hand and overturned the jade wine cup. She frantically ripped away the Hunan embroidery satin from the four-sided table and threw the cups, plates, and delicacies on it all over the place.
Wan Li, the Shenle Marquis was silent and his face was black and blue. Ming Lan and other palace maids lifted their robes and knelt down one after another.
At this moment, Wan Yuyao's beautiful eyes were sharp and red, and two
