"Your Majesty, Sun Yang, may you live long, long live my emperor."
"Master."
"yes."
"Qinglian, are you ready to go bad?"
The maids nodded and quickly walked towards the room.
"Husband, I and Yiyi haven't gotten up yet."
Qinglian nodded vigorously and slowly reached out to open the car curtain.
Time passed silently.
"Where is Yiyi? Are your clothes still worn?"
Looking at Young Master Liu who was still sleeping on the rocking chair, Liu Song breathed a sigh of relief and walked directly over.
Liu Yiyi frowned heavily and looked up at the sky in the corridor.
August 18th.
Liu Yiyi watched Qinglian's leaving figure and threw the thin quilt outside her hand under the rocking chair.
"Let's retreat from the palace now."
"Wen Bin."
"Xilulu."
Chapter completed!