She had already had the determination to die. Even if her father didn't want her, Feng Yixue was a person of Xiyu, and death was a ghost of Xiyu.
Creak creak creak...
His teeth were chattering, and his heart was jumping out of his throat. The Emperor's footsteps were getting closer and closer.
The emperor did not speak, but just stood quietly in front of her, with his head lowered. From this angle, only the tip of his bright yellow boots could be seen, and tiny beads of rice were flowing like dragons.
"Old goat! Go to hell!" She took a deep breath, pulled out the sharpest hairpin from her head, and thrust it at him.
She saw a flash of white light in front of her eyes, and then she was hit empty-handed. A pair of arms gently wrapped around her back, and her snow-white hair blew like a
