The bright moon is in the sky, the palace is silent, but the capital is still noisy and lively.

In the bedroom.

The lights flickered, and behind the curtain, two figures sat beside the bed, one was Jiang Changsheng, and the other was Mu Lingluo wearing a phoenix crown and colorful cloud robe.

"You founded the Heavenly Court, but you are the Son of Heaven, isn't it good?"

Mu Lingluo asked softly, with a hint of ridicule in his words.

Jiang Changsheng held her hand and said with a smile: "The Son of Heaven is only temporary, after all

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