Qin Muye transmigrated into a glorious era where countless demons and beasts came to pay homage.
His father was the Grand Marshal of the Zhuyi Army and the Annan Military Governor, a powerful warlord who commanded vast troops, destroyed countless nations, and had achievements so great that they threatened the emperor.
Within the empire, the frail and suspicious emperor watched him like a tiger eyeing its prey.
Beyond the borders, the remnants of defeated barbarian tribes harbored deep-seated hatred.
Feeling uneasy, Qin Muye decided to cultivate a few empresses to secure his own survival.
Good news: After ascending the throne, the empress confessed her deep love to him, saying that in this lifetime, all she wanted was to hold his head in her hands and kiss his lips.
Bad news: The empress didn’t particularly care whether his head was still attached to his neck.
…Morning court ended, and he returned to his palace.
Qin Muye looked at the empress kneeling at his feet and sneered, “Just now, in front of all the officials, you called me ‘Young General.’ I didn’t argue with you. But now that we’re alone, what should you be calling me?”
The empress was furious. “Don’t even think about making me call you ‘Master’!”
Qin Muye smirked. “Then why did you put your hair up?”
The empress: “…”
Qin Muye chuckled. “Hah! There are just too many defeated empresses.”
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