peror Xuan Yuan Luo Chen's meal time, and the little chefs were overwhelmed. 。Su Qingying effortlessly blended into the imperial kitchen. At a glance, her gaze was immediately drawn to the mountains..."This princess has other matters to attend to, so I shall take my leave." 。a faint smile unconsciously tugging at the corner of his mouth.It's truly the case of "near vermilion, it becomes red; near ink, it becomes black!" Now Xi’er has been completely led astray by that li...