Translator: Aran
Imperial Palace.
Imperial garden.
Ye Qingyu was walking along a little stone-paved path by himself.
On both sides of the winding path were flowers blooming in bright purples and brilliant reds, and a few beautiful butterflies fluttering in the burst of aroma, adding a hint of liveliness.
At the end of the stone path was a white jade pavilion.
In the pavilion was a burly figure standing with his back facing Ye Qingyu.
The Sno..
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