He felt that even without that stunning face, just standing beside Yue Mingxuan and watching him would be enough to make him fall in love.
Led by the servant, Yue Mingxuan and Rong Qinglei soon arrived at the favored concubine's courtyard.
At a glance, it was clear she was deeply loved.
Although it was only early spring, the courtyard was already filled with bright and colorful flowers.
Many of them were clearly freshly moved from a greenhouse and even the soil beneath them looked newly replaced.
Because it was the concubine's quarters, Rong Qinglei could only stop outside the door.
As soon as Yue Mingxuan entered the room, he smelled a strong scent of bitter medicinal herbs.
Thick curtains hung over the windows and door, making the room extremely dim.
The gloomy atmosphere inside stood in sharp contrast to the bright and blooming courtyard outside.
He stepped forward and lifted the heavy bed curtains.
