I dressed as the Queen of the Cold Palace, and the system said that as long as the emperor killed me, I could return to modern times.
So I ran around naked in the imperial garden every day, poured ink into his tea, and put grasshoppers on his dragon bed.
But the tyrant not only refused to kill me, but also promoted me to a higher position.
Until I was scattering flower petals in his bath, I suddenly heard his voice:
"The queen's noisy look looks very much like the civet cat she raised back then."
I suddenly froze - the unlucky guy who was scratched instead of trying to caress the cat was actually the tyrant himself?
Wow, the tyrant is so cute