pon the starry river," Su Jinpa let out a light sigh. He carried with him the melancholy of a woman's first love, mingled with the regret and wistfulness of a wandering swordsman. The music from his q...he prince's assassination was under tight lockdown and hadn't reached here.Outside the Qianyuan Palace, Zhao Qinglan wore a crimson phoenix brocade cloak. A white fur collar surrounded her exquisite b...