Forced into a desperate situation, Qinglong was still going crazy one second, and the next second he found himself sitting in the palace hall, with inexplicable memories flooding into his mind. It turned out that his soul had transformed into Emperor Chengming, the northern emperor during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. The concubine sitting next to her looked at her affectionately, her eyes so familiar, "Xiao Ran?" A few months later, Qinglong had changed his mentality and started to enjoy the supreme life. One day, a row of beautiful women were kneeling in the hall. They all lowered their heads and did not dare to move. Just when they were bored, they saw a woman with a hood on her head looking around, "Oh, not only are you not afraid but looking around? Interesting" Qinglong showed a smile...
