princess from the underworld

Chapter 387 text 395
The emperor has always been known for his gentleness among the people, and it was the same for most of the time in the palace. He rarely punished his servants. Just when everyone thought that he was pushed to the throne because of good luck, something happened. Then one thing made everyone fear this seemingly useless emperor.

The sky in the imperial palace was black that day. No one wanted to recall that horrible day. Those who knew the inside story were gone. Everyone only knew that the emperor had a very bright smile that day, and he was also very... bloodthirsty... What the hell? I don't know much about the matter, I only know that something terrible happened, so terrible that even though I don't know what it is, it still makes people tremble involuntarily.

Now Ziyan's anomaly makes the person in charge really feel ashamed. On the one hand is the terrible emperor, on the other is an adult of the same nature. He can't escape a word of death even if he advances or retreats!

He hesitated and didn't know what to do, the cold sweat kept slipping from his forehead and he didn't dare to wipe it off.

"I never say what I say a second time." Zi Yan stood up with a gloomy expression.

"grown ups……"

"Three! Two..." Just as Ziyan was about to say it, a familiar dark blue figure walked in with unhurried steps.

The dazzling sunlight outside the door against the thin body actually brought out a trace of immortality.The long black hair is in stark contrast with the daytime, glowing like pearls, not as lazy as usual, tied up high, clearly still the face of the scourge, with a faint smile, but it feels different Yes, a little more high-spirited, a little more domineering, a little more shocking surprise.

Nodding to the person in charge, he immediately signaled, and hurriedly left the room with a very strange atmosphere as if he had encountered some kind of grace, thinking to himself: It really is dangerous, here...

He walked gracefully like a Persian cat, walked to the table, gently picked up the spoon on the tray with his jade-like fingers, the movement was very slow and graceful, as if he was dancing, Ziyan was a little afraid I believe someone can hold a spoon so artistically.

(End of this chapter)