He has a reputation that has been disgraced for thousands of years, and has been criticized by thousands of people, vowing to fight with heaven, earth, and people; she lies drunk in the endless pool of Netherworld blood. As an emperor, she carries the bloodline of unforgettable hatred; one day, his great revenge will be avenged, but in the end, it is just a passing cloud; in this life, she and he have only dreamed of it, and who would have thought that only his bones will turn to ashes. She was at the bank of the blood pool, holding the waterweed with one hand and his red robe with the other: "Are you a man? Why aren't you a woman? I'm planning to transform into a man. How could you not be a woman?" After a while, Mei Zhu opened her two paws on her chest in disgust, only to hear: "Well, the breasts are flat, and they don't seem to be as big as the Queen Mother's." A certain beauty had a black look on her face after hearing this.