They Are All His Concubines

The next day, dark clouds covered the sky.

The cold wind howled outside the house, causing the wooden windows to rattle.

Luo Qingzhou only fell asleep when it was almost dawn.

At this moment, he was suddenly woken up. Just as he was about to close his eyes and sleep again, Xiao Die suddenly tugged at his clothes and said timidly, "Young Master, look outside."

Luo Qingzhou sat up and looked out of the window.

In the small courtyard stood a familiar figure.

She was wearing a pink dress, and her black hair was fluttering in the wind. She held a flower in her hand and sniffed it gently.

A look of contentment appeared on her beautiful face.

"Why is she here?"

Luo Qingzhou immediately stood up from the ground.

At this moment, he saw another figure standing in the small courtyard.

Dressed in a light green dress, she crossed her arms and held a sword in her arms. Her expression was as cold as ice.