I, the tyrant Yan Chi, have tied up a reborn girl who claims to have conquered thirty-three emperors.
In the end, she couldn't even handle my prince.
On the night when the thirty-third rebirth failed, I crushed the wine glass and said: "Trash, I have been with you for thirty-three rebirths!"
The next day, I conferred the marriage directly, and the imperial edict was photographed on the prince's face: "This time I will personally escort you to worship."
The prince tore up the imperial edict in the palace: "Father, I would rather die than this idiot!"
There was a "thud" sound beside her - the woman fell to the ground in despair again.
I squatted down, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and chuckled: "Next time you are reborn, remember to come directly to me."
"——I'll teach you what a real 'strategy' is."
Later, when she opened her eyes for the thirty-fourth time, she asked me in a trembling voice who I was.
I put the dragon robe on her shoulders, kissed her earlobe and whispered:
"I am the... Burial object of your thirty-third previous life."
