In the 17th year of the Xuan year of Qingchen, the emperor of the state of Shan, he managed the world so that the people would be happy and the world would be at peace. ''Why, the palace master of Liuyao Palace finally has time to come to me...'' A certain arrogant emperor said, but his body unconsciously wanted more from the people around him. ''Oh? Then I'll leave. ''Don't... Ah... I... I don't want you to go... Stay... Come. '' Zi Lian smiled faintly, but violent collisions began under her body...