Unknown Flower Name

She was dressed in red and had hair as thick as snow, but her face, which was originally delicate, looked demonized by the red. She sat domineeringly on the imperial chair, looking at the ministers bowing down and bowing down, and her cold voice resounded through the heavens, "I am Wu Nian, as I call you. In the three realms of domination, whoever hurts the reincarnation of Rakshasa will die!" Looking at the Tianjin lantern beside the seat, his eyes instantly softened into water, and he murmured to himself in a voice that only two people could hear, "Old Rakshasa, I'm waiting for you." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.