Chapter 1187: King Channing's Tax

ordered someone to light a few more candles for the prince's illumination, and personally went to fetch a bowl of chilled sour plum soup.A pair of delicate white hands held a fine porcelain bowl and...red into the carriage and asked urgently, 'Is it Miss Jinpa' "After a moment of silence in the carriage, Su Jinping's voice finally broke it."Young Master Hou, although we know each other, we are not...