When she turned to Li Yi's book, she paused for a moment.

Excellent poetry.

Seeing the traces that were torn off behind, Xiao Qingyue chuckled.

"Xia Ling, go and get it. I am not afraid of other people's love."

Xiao Qingyue said something, and Xia Ling silently found the second half of Li Yi from a pile of torn papers.

With just one glance, Xiao Qingyue's eyes calmed down.

"Empress?"

Seeing that her condition was wrong, Xia Ling immediately took the Shi away, and knew that she couldn't see it.

The following poems are said to be written by the one named Si Jian for his wife, and they are very affectionate.

Xiao Qingyue held down the poem book suddenly, and from her face it could be seen that her mind was greatly shocked.
Chapter completed!