Dressed as a pure-blood elf, he was imprisoned by the Duke of the Empire for five years.
For five years I pretended to be meek, resigned, and grateful—just waiting for a piece of freedom paperwork.
But on the day he was released from prison, my five-year-old son suddenly said:
"Mom says you're racist!"
"Mom said your preference has expired and will not be recycled!"
He broadcast my voice live to the entire royal family in public.
Later, I used the lost holy magic of elves on the street, and built a free city from scratch with all the races that were trampled under my feet.
The eldest princess of the empire knelt down, and the duke resigned his title and came to pursue him as a bodyguard——
I stood on the tower with my son in my arms and only replied:
"My modern soul will not recycle any of the old cages and expired affection."
[Mind-reading cute baby·The heroine starts a career·Failed to chase his wife at the crematorium·Unforgiven and never look back]
