As if after a fierce struggle, the air was filled with the smell of blood.
With a "bang", the door was knocked open. The man was wearing armor, unwashed, and his face was covered in blood. He stretched out his hand and grabbed her. "You'er, follow me."
She stood up, shook off his hand, walked to him and sneered, "Why should I go with you? I am about to become a queen, why should I hide with you and never have peace?"
The man looked at her in disbelief, then looked up to the sky and laughed, "Okay, okay, in that case, I hope we never meet again in the next life."
. . . . .
In the blink of an eye, the screen jumped, and there were still two figures.
"You'er, have you thought clearly?" The man was furious.
"I hope the emperor will make it happen." The woman's unquestionable tone made the man stunned.
"Do you think I will fulfill your wish?" The man chuckled, and with a wave of his long sleeve, she dropped it sharply.