The Consort of the R

As the sun sets in the west, the evening glow paints the sky with a myriad of crimson hues.,There is no battlefield, no bloodshed, yet he lies on the cool rattan chairs in the courtyard of his mansion. The small courtyard is serene and peaceful.,Mu Jiu opened his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips: "You're thoughtful. Go do your business."。