Yinhu tried to maintain a composed expression, there was a hint of fluctuation in his eyes.Zhao Xuanji glanced at Li Yinhǔ's trembling palm and spoke in a gentle voice: "Prince Eight, when the old mi...d just risen from the bed inside the bedchamber and asked, "My wife, what should we do"That woman was in her early twenties. She was alluring, with narrow, captivating eyes that gave her a touch of bo...