When I opened my eyes, I traveled a hundred years into the future and became the white moonlight stand-in for the imperial tyrant who attempted to escape.
He pinched my chin and sneered: "Is a fake worthy of imitating her?"
I smashed the latest type of mind-disrupting bomb into his face with my backhand, blew up half of the palace, and took advantage of the chaos to drive away his diamond-encrusted interstellar shuttle.
The whole network broadcast live that I squandered his treasury, messed up his arms deal, and supported his bitter enemy to become the new king.
The tyrant gritted his teeth before the hot search in the universe: "You are definitely not her! She is gentle and demure..."
I smiled sweetly at the camera: "Sorry, I specialize in demolition and throne replacement."
Please check the bills and revolution, my ex-husband.
