Coming back from the dead was something Zong Wanglou had never imagined would happen to him. Or rather, he had never imagined he would die by the sword of his own kin.
Even living a second time did not let him escape danger, but luckily a “benefactor” came to his aid, allowing him to get away alive.
Xuan Ye: “You really are a beauty. Stay here and be my queen!”
Zong Wanglou: “I want to be emperor.”
Xuan Ye: “What's so great about being emperor? It's hard and exhausting. Being my queen would be so much more comfortable.”
Zong Wanglou: “I want to be emperor.”
Xuan Ye: “You just won't listen! It's not as if you can become emperor whenever you feel like it!”
Zong Wanglou, glaring: “I want to be emperor!”
Xuan Ye: “All right, all right~~ Be emperor, be emperor~~ If that's what you want, then do it. Don't be mad, don't be mad...”
