The struggle in the palace will not affect His Majesty.


    Just a nod and a word at a critical moment can determine the fate of many people.


    After all, the servant is just a house slave, and only by letting the house slave fight back and forth can he be more loyal to his master.


    It was the depths of winter.


    The cold wind howled in the imperial garden, and the dead branches swayed.


    Zhou Yi was standing by the pavilion, wearing single clothes that would not be changed in all seasons, and had a body protected by extremely thick zhenqi, so he didn''t feel cold at all.


    slightly forward


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