u"An Xuetang blinked. "Could it be otherwise"In her opinion, someone who could know Empress Mu Yunjing's mother and be addressed as Master by the temple monks shouldn't just be a gray-haired old man,...Every time Feng Ming went out of the mansion and strolled around town, she would bring her gifts.

Over the past six months, An Xue Tang has long become accustomed to it.

And every time Feng Ming came back, she brought unusual and interesting things - things that He had never seen before.

Feng Ming, still holding An An, walked to the table and nudged it with her chin. "Open it and see," she said.impossible to tell what thoughts were churning within her mind, yet a chilling coldness emanated from her gaze.Ning'er walked over, and just then she heard the queen ask her without turning back, "Nin...