Xie Jiuhan: "???"
Feng Qing had already quickly thought out an 80-episode ancient palace television drama in her head while looking at the handsome and elegant Xie Jiuhan in front of her.
Xie Jiuhan reached out with both hands and rubbed the woman's face fiercely when he heard the woman's fantasies. Instantly, he increased the intensity of his punishment. The man snorted coldly. "If I'm a treacherous minister, then you're the wife of a treacherous mister, you'll still be cursed for ten thousand years and be despised by others."
Hearing that he had brought her along, Feng Qing revealed a beautiful smile. Although she was the wife of the treacherous minister, she would admit it as long as the treacherous minister was Xie Jiuhan.
