The night I transformed into Lu Lingxuan, a wet nurse from the Northern Qi Dynasty, the system coldly announced a mission: to help him unify the world.
After ten years of hard work, the Northern Qi Dynasty was crushed by the iron hoof of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. I drank the poisonous wine.
When I opened my eyes again, I became Wan Zhen'er of the Ming Dynasty. Emperor Zhu Jian, who was seventeen years older than me, was deeply in love with me.
I indulged in warmth and thought I had found support, but he turned around and married my new queen at my sick bed.
In the third life, I am Hai Lanzhu, Huang Taiji's beloved concubine. Three thousand favors are no match for the trade-off in his eyes when he suffers from dystocia and hemorrhage.
When I was about to die, I heard the system prompt: Emotional attachment is always a dream.
In the fourth level, I dress up as Taizong's talented man Wu Mei.
Under the green light of Ganye Temple, I tore up the love poems and pinched the bleeding marks in my palms.
What I want this time is not the emperor's heart, but the sun and moon on the throne.
On the day when the phoenix robe was added, the system finally congratulated: "Congratulations on passing the customs."
I stroked the cold dragon chair and smiled: "Wrong, I am Ren Zhaoye who has passed the customs. What I seek is not the love of an emperor, but this -"
"The road to hegemony that will go down in history."
