Thousands of years ago, she abandoned him because of a contract, which was against her will.
Thousands of years later, she transformed into a handsome man and descended to earth to find him who was suffering from reincarnation.
In this life, he was the proud son of heaven. She rushed to his side, put aside her status as an immortal and became his national advisor to assist him.
Her requirements are not high, as long as she protects him well, that's all.
But she never thought of it. . .
"National Master, I seem to have fallen in love with you."
"National Master, I think you have to take responsibility because of your short-sleeved habit."
"National Master, you are omnipotent, why don't you have the skill of transformation?"
Is this, is this really the cold-faced nine-tailed fox she watched growing up? Why has it become so disgusting? Could it be that living in the mundane world has changed your nature?