Godfather in Women's Clothing

Jiang Pengji stepped into the backyard. Guifei Huijun had been waiting by the door for a long time.

There was a gentle and appropriate smile on her face. She was sitting in a kneeling position and bowed respectfully in welcome.

"Master, you've worked hard. Did the morning court assembly go well today?"

Huijun stood up and reached out to take the mandarin hat that Jiang Pengji had unfastened and her ivory writing tablet. Her eyes were soft, watery, and limpid like spring water.

Even though she'd used make-up to lighten her face by five shades, her gentle and virtuous temperament still roused the hearts of the livestream viewers.

Guo Jia is not a country: I'm really envious of men in ancient times. No wonder they liked to have multiple wives! Every day when they get home from work, they can receive sympathetic greetings from their young and tender wives. This alone could chase away all the worries of the day... By the way, I'm a girl.