Your Majesty, the Tyrant Is Jealous Again

“Qianqian, come here.” Zhou Xuan’s eyes were red as he reached out to Guan Qian, who stood at the edge of the cliff. Tears streamed down Guan Qian’s face as she stubbornly shook her head. “It’s impossible, Zhou Xuan. We’re over.” “No! We’re not. We can’t be over!” Guan Qian’s tears blurred her vision, making Zhou Xuan ahead of her impossible to see clearly. “Goodbye, Zhou Xuan.” “No!” Zhou Xuan stumbled to the edge of the cliff and watched the red figure disappear little by little into the bottomless abyss. Zhou Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood. He stared fixedly in the direction Guan Qian had vanished, then fainted. “Your Majesty!” “Someone, come quickly!” “Qianqian, I used to think I could have both you and the kingdom. Then I realized that with you, I don’t need the kingdom at all.”