Chapter 397 Beauty in Sorrow

When the eunuch entered Jingyang Palace to report, Huanan Xin was sitting at the square table of three curved legs in lobular sandalwood, focusing on stringing watermelon green-carved beads on a rope. On the table, three wisps of green smoke were ethereal from the hollowed-out golden-wire burner. The aroma was burning and the room was filled with warm fog.