I, the female imperial master of the previous life, dressed in the body of a good-for-nothing man from the world of high martial arts. Looking at the skinny little girl being bullied in front of me, I crushed the evil boy's throat with an expressionless face. "Brother..." She timidly handed over half a piece of moldy steamed bun. Later, I trampled the throne to pieces and bloodbathed the nine states, but I allowed her to do whatever she wanted in the palm of my hand. The new emperor trembled and knelt down to beg for forgiveness. I wiped my sword and chuckled: "I scared my sister. What do you think... How should I compensate?"
