

She treated his personal Chiyou Divine Sword as a mere test subject, twisting it into a pretzel in a few strokes, making him nearly vomit blood. She turned his name into fireworks, lighting up the New Year's Eve sky, making his ascension to the throne seem like a divine decree from the heavens. She was defiant: "What's so great about an old Emperor? If I so desire, even his throne might not be a stable seat!" She was domineering: "Xuan Yuanyao, you'd better behave and love only me. If you dare to take three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines and piss me off, I'll use explosives to send you to heaven!" She even spoke recklessly: "If you dare bully the person I want to protect, you're just asking for a beating!" Love's origin is unknown, yet it grows ever deeper. Just as their two hearts were drawing closer and closer, her soul unexpectedly returned to the modern era. His pampering and affection ultimately became a dream that was far out of reach. After waking, she cried herself to death several times; his silhouette haunted her both in her dreams and in reality. And in order to forget her, he handed his mountains and rivers over to others and led his imperial troops into battle personally, seeking nothing but a swift death...
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