The princess stood up, turned around slowly, looked at the young man's clear eyebrows and eyes, and teased her lazyly: "Young Master is better."

…

Outside the Golden Palace,

Ninety-nine eighty-one steps.

Blood-red figure,

Step by step.

The heavy snow has just cleared, and the wind is shining.

The princess stood at the highest point, with blood clothes and phoenix clothes.

Half-covered his face and unable to see the emotions in it, his peach blossom eyes looked down on all living beings, like the darkest abyss in the world.

Rule the world.

The head of all officials,

The young man's white clothes were cold and snowy, and the elegant pear pattern between his sleeves was like the first time he met.

Looking up slightly, my eyes, which were three points deeper than the world, seemed to be poured with rich ink, reflecting the princess's shadow, and faintly pious and obsessed with it, is the pathological paranoia hidden in the deepest part.

The princess is a god.

Jin Yao's life.

He willingly surrendered to His Highness.
Chapter completed!