Chapter 12: Remember My Words, Emperor

Su Wanluo's gaze turned contemptuous. She hadn't expected that a man who looked so charming could also have the perverted habit of peeping on people bathing; truly, one cannot judge a person by their appearance.

The angry woman had completely forgotten that he was standing there so openly; it wasn't an act of peeping at all, but rather a case of one person willing to bathe and the other willing to watch.

Her hidden weapon skills were peerless. In the twenty-first century, almost no one could dodge her projectiles. Although this body lacked strength and its explosive power was not as terrifying as her previous body, it still could not be underestimated.

However, the man on the tree branch did not even blink when he saw the stones shooting toward him. With a graceful flick of his sleeve, all the stones fell to the ground, not even touching the hem of his clothes.

Su Wanluo gritted her teeth in anger. How could this man be so powerful? She hadn't seen him use any spiritual energy, yet he had brushed away her hidden weapons with a simple wave of his sleeve. Where on earth did this freak come from?

"Don't you think peeping on a girl bathing is a very despicable thing to do?"

The man's face was obscured by a mask; Su Wanluo could only see his exposed lips, which were pink and alluring. Then, she heard the man's cool yet intoxicating voice ring out, speaking indifferently.

"You must protect yourself well. Without this Emperor's permission, you are not allowed to die."

Su Wanluo rolled her eyes, feeling as though she were talking to a brick wall. She said irritably, "Are you sick? Of course I will protect myself, but what does that have to do with you?"

What did he mean, that she wasn't allowed to die without his permission? Su Wanluo looked at the man before her with disdain; even if he told her to die, she wouldn't, okay?

The man ignored Su Wanluo's words directly, frowning with great presence as he dropped a few words: "Remember my words."

Having spoken, he moved with a light leap and vanished in the blink of an eye. Before Su Wanluo could react, the man's tall and handsome figure had already disappeared, leaving without so much as a cloud behind.

"Wait..."

Su Wanluo let out a loud shout, but she received no response from the man. She stomped her feet in anger. "Is there something wrong with that stinky man's brain? Coming and leaving so inexplicably, and even leaving behind an inexplicable sentence. He really is quite sick."

Disrupted by the mysterious man, Su Wanluo's mood instantly vanished. Looking at the pale horizon, she decided to set off for the Su Estate immediately.

Hmph, Su Ruxuan, Su Ruhua, didn't you two used to bully me all the time? I wonder what kind of expressions you'll have when you see me in a moment.

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The Su Estate was a grand courtyard with a solemn atmosphere, perfectly befitting the status of a Grand Marshal.

Standing before the gates, Su Wanluo looked at the gold and wood plaque engraved with the words 'Grand Marshal's Estate,' her eyes filled with complex emotions.

The Grand Marshal, Su Yuan, had only two sons: the eldest, Su Zhantian, and the second, Su Zhengyu. Su Zhantian was born to Su Yuan's legal wife, making him the legitimate eldest son; Su Zhengyu was born to a concubine, making him a concubine-born son.

In his youth, Su Zhantian was high-spirited, possessing both literary and martial talents. With a handsome appearance that could topple cities and a chivalrous heart, he was known as the leader of the Four Young Masters of the Imperial Capital and had always been Su Yuan's pride.

No one expected that such a favored child of heaven would fall in love with a woman of the low-grade Charm Race. In the eyes of the world, their love was merely a joke, and thus, it was destined to be a tragedy.

For the sake of that Charm Race woman, Su Zhantian had fallen out with Su Yuan. Later, he disappeared along with his wife, as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth, leaving not a single trace to be found.