The Concubineapos;s

It had just rained, and the corridor was still damp. Cheng'er carefully carried a bowl of osmanthus jelly towards Madam Yuan's main chamber.,Cheng'er's long, black eyelashes were still wet with tears, but she smiled sweetly and curtsied before retreating.,It's not curfew yet, but Cheng'er is forcing himself to go that way despite the discomfort.。