ushed red under his gaze, he began to write a poem on the blank scroll."Upon the flower stand, a single sprig of spring is purchased. Tears stain the fair cheeks, still bearing the traces of dawn's ro... things are just minor details. Neither Zhao Xuanji nor Sanbao would be petty about them.For Zhao Xuanji, what mattered more was seeing Zhao Qinglan in Fengxi Palace."My good sir, it's been many days...