The Imperial Consort's Smile Could Topple a City

The man in the golden dragon robe looked at Zhuang Li with complicated feelings. "Xiao Li, are you blaming Me? Blaming Me for causing his death? What's so bad about being My imperial consort? I can give you a lifetime of wealth and glory."

"I... disdain it." After a moment's thought, the woman in white spoke those three words, her face still full of pride.

"What did you say?" Sure enough, when the emperor heard those words, his face turned livid. This woman had actually said she disdained it. He had thought the emperor would fly into a rage, but instead, he suddenly lunged forward and bit Zhuang Li's delicate red lips. Then he swore to the heavens, "Zhuang Li, remember this: in this lifetime, you can only be my woman, Huyan Jueluo Yu's."