iangling wore a plain long dress. Her jade-like fingers, as green as spring onions, held the needle and thread, embroidering carefully.Suddenly, she felt a slight tingling sensation in her fingertips....incerity.They pondered over these two idioms.How do you feel, it just doesn't taste right"Well then, of course we naturally believe in the young master's."Then, may we departA prospective emperor from...