PEI Ling is really hateful!

Towards the palace.

At the end of the dark and confusing corridor, in a spacious side hall, black muslin curtains were like mist, overlapping and folded in the bone hook.

Behind a dozen layers of muslin curtains, on top of three layers of Imperial Jade, there was a large black throne.

The throne was engraved with a hundred ghosts in the night. On both sides of the armrests, about five feet above the ground, there were two balls of white bone fire. They were cold and silent. As they jumped, they added to the chill in the hall.

Li lieyue was wearing the crown of the Holy maiden, her black dress was like the night, and her skin was as fair as snow. She sat high on the throne and was resting with her eyes closed.

On both sides of the throne, dozens of ghost maids stood with their hands crossed. Their long robes fluttered on the ground, their brows lowered and their postures respectful.

At this moment, there was no one under the Imperial carriage.