There Is a Cold Palace Under My Bed

I don't care about your Nine-Five Supreme Being, but are you afraid of your millions of soldiers? All the kings of the past, listen, I, the old king, not only want to dictate in your era, but I also want to manipulate your harem! Lying drunk in Wang Zhaojun's arms, he took a bite of the grapes offered by Wu Meiniang. Wang Shubo smiled obscenely and said, "Hey, how about we "create" an entire green belt from BC to AD."