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"Hey! Brother Emperor, your sweetheart has turned black!" The emperor frowned, "You damn girl!..." The baby girl looked at the mighty emperor and smiled slyly, "How could it be my fault? I'm just a child!" The emperor seemed to love him, but he was entangled in the intricacies of past and present lives. Who was the treasure in someone's palm, and who was the person of interest. Is it the chaos that travels through time and space, or is it the terrifying conspiracy in the deep palace, maybe fantasy or romance, the increasing number of rebirths, whether they are good or bad, where should they go?