On the day when the third princess Xiao Manyue returned to court on a mountain of blood and corpses, the empress rewarded her with a beauty from outside the vassal.
The beauty is dressed in cloud-satin and gorgeous clothes, her voice is so sweet and charming, and her eyes are full of tenderness.
The courtiers sneered: "Is this kind of plaything worthy of standing next to the God of War?"
She put him into the account and saw him pouring wine for her and rubbing his shoulders with red eyes. His fingers were as long as green onions and as warm as warm jade. He was soft and charming but still had the masculine beauty of a man. He had broad shoulders and narrow waist and thin muscles. Looking at the high bridge of his nose, his thin red lips and his pair of deep and passionate eyes, Xiao Manyue, who was surrounded by men, had never met such a perfect one. She fell in love at first sight.
"Your Highness, I am familiar with men's virtues and proficient in men's arts. I will definitely use what I have learned throughout my life to make Your Highness happy."
It's over, it's over, Xiao Manyue is going to sink completely.
Such a person crushed the assassin's throat bone with his bare hands when she was assassinated, and revealed shocking secrets when she was besieged by political opponents.
It wasn't until she discovered the secret letters between him and foreign vassals that she was shocked to realize that Jiao'e was actually a dormant wolf.
He held her hand and chuckled: "Your Highness wants the throne, I am willing to pave a bloody road for you."
On the night of the death of the empress, he led his troops to surround the imperial city, but he held the jade seal at her feet.
At the coronation ceremony of the new emperor, he knelt in front of the steps, raised his head and chuckled:
"Your Majesty, now... It's your turn to conquer me."
