“The Thieves' Guild's ancestral rules: three things you must never steal. Don't steal from the poor, don't steal from loyal ministers and valiant generals, and don't steal anything hideously ugly.”
The most outrageous thing Qin Feiye ever stole was a woman.
She lay asleep in a thousand-year-old ice coffin in the Supreme Sect, wrapped in celestial silkworm silk. Her beauty seemed too otherworldly for the mortal realm.
In her mouth was the Divine Blood Red Lotus he had come to steal.
Qin Feiye considered the guild's “three things you must never steal,” then looked at her breathtakingly beautiful face.
She wasn't poor, she wasn't ugly, and the Supreme Sect weren't exactly good people.
“Take her.”
The first thing the Empress did when she awoke was bite him.
The second was try to kill him.
The third…
“I can cleanse the strange aura from your body,” Qin Feiye said with a roguish smile. “But you can't lay a hand on me.”
She was as cold as ice and said nothing. The murderous aura around her could leave every blade of grass dead for a hundred miles.
He was all smiles and nonstop nonsense, yet stood at the front when the righteous sects surrounded her.
She said, “Aren't you afraid of me? I destroyed a world.”
He said, “What a coincidence. I've been meaning to steal a world and give it to you.”
The whole world says the World-Destroying Empress is a terrifying calamity.
Only the beauties of Drunken Spring Breeze know the truth:
The Empress has recently taken a liking to candied hawthorns, and only eats the skewer Qin Feiye makes with his own hands.
(He raises an eyebrow.) “Steal the heavens, the earth, and magical treasures, only to end up stealing a heart. Does that make sense?”
That empress is a little too lazy to use, and she drags the protagonist with her 🤦