Depois de deixar de ser um "cachorrinho", o imperador obsessivo me abraça e mima

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In the fifty-third year of the Qianyuan reign, during the bitterest month of winter, snow stretched endlessly across the land.

Hundreds of corpses lay sprawled across the imperial city, their bodies mangled and drenched in blood.

The blood had stained the snow a deep, murky red, while the pungent stench of it made the place resemble a living hell.

“Xiao Ze’an! Why? Have you no conscience at all?”

A woman with a sword thrust through her abdomen clutched her wound with one hand and dragged her shattered body toward the man before her.

The man looked down at the woman at his feet with disgust, his brows drawn tightly together.

Only when he glanced at the breathtaking woman nestled in his arms did his expression ease slightly.

“Brother, Sister Sang is terrifying.”

The woman leaned bonelessly against him.

“Wan’er, don’t be afraid…”

The man tightened his arms around her.

“Luo Ningsang, hand over the Imperial Seal at once, and I may still spare your life.”

“Hahahaha… Xiao Ze’an, you led troops to surround the imperial city and slaughtered my personal guards. The entire city already belongs to you, yet you still have the nerve to say you’ll spare my life. How absurd.”

Luo Ningsang threw her head back and laughed. Blood flowed from her abdomen down her thighs, seeping between the imperial city’s paving stones and vanishing into the melting snow.

“Xiao Ze’an, I gave you everything. You’re worse than a beast. Without me, Luo Ningsang, you’re nothing but a dog from the Grand Tutor’s