It was in Yongning Palace.
In the center of the main hall sat the Imperial Noble Concubine Wan Yuyao, the master of Yongning Palace. On both sides, there were more than a dozen maids and servants, all of who were indifferent.
Today, Wan Yuyao wore a long dress with begonia color and flowing cloud collar, and an amber-sleeved over-dress with flowers. The jewelry on her head was magnificent. A three-headed phoenix dotted emerald fringe was swayed into the bun and the stream was shining and eye-catching.
Just now, that shocking cry just came from the mouth of this luxurious and gorgeous woman.
Slowly turning her head, Gu Yunyao looked at the woman with bright makeup directly.
Instantly flashing like flint, two pairs of bright and cold eyes started extremely fierce confrontation in silenc
