Pamper Slave

After killing his uncle, imprisoning his family, and overthrowing his own dynasty, this slave who had been with him for nearly ten years since he was seven years old and today's new emperor calmly asked himself if he wanted to be free. Anqing's tears had already fallen. That cherished love that she thought was late, that vague touch, that fatal obsession, turned out to be a gorgeous scam that originated from herself, directed and acted by herself, and the loss was probably not just her own freedom. An Qing looked at him and said like crazy: "I hate you to the core, just as much as you hate me. It's just that you have endured humiliation and burden for ten years to serve me and the daughter of the enemy who killed your parents. You also lost the woman you loved most and almost died for me. And you destroyed my family, destroyed my country, and completely shattered my best hope. I hope to be free, but I don't want this kind of freedom." Huan Hao grabbed An Qing's neck and strengthened his hand: "Want it or not, today, I can't help you."