Chapter 267 The Year of the Son of Heaven (1)

The Taichu Palace was quite a bit cold at night.

A wisp of a flute sounded suddenly, like an invisible hand, disrupting the night.

The palace staff on watch first frowned, lest someone who did not know how to die had disturbed the Heavenly Prince's peaceful sleep, but immediately realized that the one playing the flute was none other than Chunjia.

He halfopened the temple window, overlooking the court full of obscure moonlight, jade flute across the lips, if swallowing if weeping, like mourning, but also full of detachment and indifference.

As if telling a story of great pathos and coldness.

However it has nothing to do with the flute player.

The steward listened to the sound of the flute, whispered to order the waiting courtiers to be more careful, do not make a commotion, disturbing the emperor's pleasure.

But Junka wasn't really in a bad mood at the moment.

Plagiarizing Yunfeng Huang s tactics are very useful, no matter what Empress