Mu Jiu shook her head slightly: "It's nothing, I had a rather bad dream.",After speaking, she closed her eyes, a rare weariness settling on her brow. She lay back in her chair, tilting her head slightly. Her ink-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, save for the section pulled up and adorned with a peachwood hairpin. Her slender waist was cinched tight, the folds of her skirt billowing gently around her as she swayed slightly with the breeze. Two sashes hung from her waist, rippling in the wind.,"No." Lan You suddenly pulled a face, feigning menace: "It's the Duke of Dingbei."。