Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

ealing a hint of nonchalant tenderness, then turned away, forcing herself to appear calm as she continued weaving the phoenix flower pattern. However, her ears had instantly flushed crimson.At that ti...cing as arrows."Like the ruler of Zhao who wagged his tail and begged for mercy, 'I wish to be a marquis along with you'"Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Or perhaps—Le...