Chapter 897: Old Monk, You Broke Your Vow of Anger

in the north. Being surrounded by mountains and water has always been a favorite destination for poets and scholars.Not far ahead, there stood a towering attic. The attic was obviously newly built, an..."Now!""Here, I will protect my sister!"After a roar, sobs came from inside the beaded curtain, belonging to Zhao Qinglan.Even facing the struggle between the Imperial Council and the East Palace, she,...