Wei Shao opened his eyes, realizing he was still curled up in the corner of the imperial bedchamber.

He was still a cat.

The previous scene had seemed so real.

His heart was pounding, and his body was drenched in sweat—no, rather, the pads of his four paws were soaked and hot, very uncomfortable. Instinctively, he lifted a paw to lick it, but just as he stuck out his tongue, he remembered he was human, an emperor. How could he do something like licking his paws?

Resisting the urge to lick, he opted to wash his face instead and retracted his claws.

It was nearly the fifth watch, and candles had been lit in the bedchamber. Shadows of people moved behind the curtains in the lamplight.

The Emperor was preparing to attend the morning court.

Wei Shao peeked through a gap in the curtains, watching as Xiao Qiao finally escorted the Emperor out of the bedchamber.

He had no interest in monitoring how his past self would rule as Emperor after arriving here.

That guy was a zealous enthusiast of the imperial profession, loved war, and had little interest in women. His level of dedication to governance made Wei Shao, who often sought opportunities to roll in the dragon bed with his beautiful Empress, bow in defeat.

He wasn’t at all worried that the other him would come here and start contemplating warfare again. Even if Gong Sun Yang and the others couldn’t stop him, Grandmother was still around.

The only thing he wanted to do now was to stay close to his beautiful Empress at all times.

After the Emperor left, Xiao Qiao returned and sat alone at her dressing table, resting her chin on her hand, lost in thought as if something was troubling her.

Wei Shao silently watched her back for a moment, then couldn’t resist emerging from his corner. He approached her from behind and gently nudged her foot.

Xiao Qiao looked down, her face showing a slight hint of joy. “You’re awake this early too?”

Wei Shao meowed once and leaped onto her lap.

Xiao Qiao held him, gently stroking his fur.

Wei Shao thoroughly enjoyed it.

Although he desperately wished everything could return to normal immediately, being held in her arms and enjoying her caresses like this still felt wonderfully pleasant.

The cat food, though cooked meat every meal, tasted as bland as a bird in his mouth—because the Empress had once said that cat food shouldn’t contain salt or any seasoning, so the palace servants responsible for feeding him strictly followed this rule. When he first tasted it, he nearly spat it out.

The only consolation after turning into a cat was probably being able to be this close to his beautiful Empress.

Wei Shao didn’t go anywhere all morning, just staying by Xiao Qiao’s side.

In the quiet afternoon of the imperial palace, silence reigned.

As summer approached and the days grew longer, Xiao Qiao developed a habit of taking afternoon naps. While she slept, Wei Shao crouched on the floor at the corner of the dragon bed, watching her.

Before becoming Emperor, he had been constantly away on military campaigns, rarely able to be with her. He wasn’t even by her side when Fei Fei was born.

After becoming Emperor, he was busy with state affairs, leaving early and returning late, with very limited time to spend with her.

She never uttered a word of complaint. She attended to the Grand Empress Dowager, raised Fei Fei, remained humble and frugal, and led the noble ladies to encourage sericulture in spring and worship the God of Agriculture in autumn. When he and Gong Sun Yang disagreed on state affairs and his foul temper flared up uncontrollably, she would step in to mediate…

She had truly fulfilled every duty expected of an Empress.

Through the gossamer-thin curtains of the bed, Wei Shao stared at Xiao Qiao sleeping on the dragon bed. As he gazed at her, he gradually became lost in thought. Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. Excited, he looked back and saw that the palace servants were all outside the hall, and with a swift leap, he jumped onto the dragon bed. Parting the curtains, he crept silently on his cat paws to the foot of the bed.

Wei Shao held his breath, raised his paw, and gently lifted the corner of the blanket, revealing one of Xiao Qiao’s snow-white feet, free of silk stockings.

Wei Shao moved closer and took a sniff. It smelled sweet. Unable to resist, he stuck out his tongue and lightly licked her soft toes. Seeing no reaction from her, he grew bolder and licked again, licking each toe one by one, then moved on to the top of her foot, and finally the sole.

He became increasingly enthusiastic, growing bolder with each lick. After finishing one foot, still unsatisfied, he ducked under the covers and hugged her other foot, licking it with great pleasure.

Xiao Qiao was in a deep afternoon slumber. In her hazy state, she felt a tickle on the sole of her foot and unconsciously curled her toes.

Wei Shao was startled and quickly stopped, lying motionless under the blanket, not daring to breathe.

Fortunately, she hadn’t woken up. She turned over and fell back asleep.

Wei Shao lay under the blanket for a while, then cautiously poked his head out. Staring at her sleeping face, as delicate as a sea caltrop, he couldn’t resist the rising desire. He crept along the brocade quilt to her pillow, leaned in, and stretched out his tongue to lick her soft bosom through the thin silk robe that peeked out from under the blanket.

Fragrant and soft, Wei Shao was intoxicated. He shivered with excitement and leaned in for another taste when suddenly, footsteps sounded from outside the hall.

“Empress, Empress—”

The muffled voice of a palace servant came through the layers of curtains.

Xiao Qiao let out a low, sigh-like “Mm” in her throat. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she finally struggled to wake from her deep slumber.

Wei Shao darted off the dragon bed in a flash, hiding underneath it.

“What is it?” Xiao Qiao’s voice still carried a hint of drowsy charm from having just woken up.

“Reporting to the Empress, General Jia has sent word that the Grand Empress Dowager and the Little Princess are returning to the palace a day early. They’ve already set out and should arrive soon.”

Xiao Qiao responded with an “Oh,” then asked, “Has His Majesty been informed?”

“The message has been relayed.”

Xiao Qiao slowly sat up, still a bit dazed.

She had been asleep earlier and vaguely felt an itching sensation on her foot as if something was brushing against it. Now that she was awake, she noticed her foot felt damp, and her chest as well…

She looked down and saw that her undergarment was also wet in one spot.

She thought for a moment and asked the palace servant, “Did anyone enter earlier?”

The servant, drawing back the pearl curtains, replied, “No one entered, Your Majesty.”

Xiao Qiao was perplexed and quite confused. Suddenly remembering the cat, she looked around but didn’t see it. She asked again.

The servants quickly searched and reported, “It was in the bedchamber earlier, but we don’t know where it’s gone now.”

Xiao Qiao pondered for a moment, assuming she had simply sweated during her sleep. She became more concerned about the cat wandering off and getting into trouble again. She hurriedly ordered the servants to search for it while she prepared to welcome her grandmother.

…

The Emperor personally left the palace to welcome the Grand Empress Dowager’s carriage at the Vermilion Bird Gate. After escorting her into Jiade Palace, the Emperor stared at the Grand Empress Dowager’s benevolent face with wide, unblinking eyes. His expression held a restrained excitement that he seemed unable to contain any longer. Suddenly, he fell to his knees before the Grand Empress Dowager with a thud. Under the astonished gazes of Lady Zhong and the other palace servants, he crawled on his knees to her and tightly grasped her hands.

This was extraordinary enough, but what was even more surprising was that as the Emperor held the Grand Empress Dowager’s hands, tears began to stream down his face. Finally, he buried his face in her lap, unwilling to lift his head for a long time.

Madam Xu was quite surprised. She had only been away from the palace for half a month, yet the Emperor’s reaction upon seeing her was so intense, as if they had been separated for years and were finally reuniting. Suppressing her confusion, she gently patted his shoulder to comfort him.

Seeing this, Lady Zhong quickly led the palace servants out.

Xiao Qiao considered for a moment, then took Fei Fei’s hand and led her out as well.

Fei Fei kept looking back at her father, who was still lying on her great-grandmother’s lap. After Xiao Qiao had led her out, she asked softly, “Mother, what’s wrong with Father?”

Xiao Qiao, suppressing her doubts, smiled and said, “Your father probably has something he wants to discuss with your great-grandmother.”

Inside, Madam Xu spoke gently, “Shao’er, what’s the matter? Has something happened?”

Hearing this long-absent, loving “Shao’er” from his grandmother, the Emperor could no longer hold back. He choked out, “Grandmother… Grandmother… You’re still here… It’s so wonderful… I was wrong… I was wrong…”

Madam Xu was puzzled. “Shao’er, what did you do wrong?”

But the Emperor didn’t speak again. He just kept shaking his head, still tightly holding her hand, his face buried in her lap, motionless, like a long-lost traveler who had finally found his way home.

Madam Xu remained bewildered. But seeing her grandson suddenly behave like this, his emotions seemingly bursting forth uncontrollably, she decided not to press further. From childhood to adulthood, even when he faced the pain of losing his father, she had never seen him express such strong emotions in front of her. She simply leaned forward slightly, embracing her grandson’s broad shoulders, her hand gently patting his back, silently comforting him.

Wei Shao was sprawled brazenly on the window sill. From a distance, he saw the Emperor clinging to his grandmother, refusing to let go, his shoulders trembling slightly as if choked with emotion. He was stunned for a moment, then let out a cold snort to himself: “Fortunately, I was wise and mighty in this life. If I were like you, how could I face the world? Well, I’ll let you fool have some more time with my grandmother. I’ll go comfort my daughter first.”

He cast a contemptuous glance at the Emperor’s back, then jumped down from the window sill.

…

After a long while, the Emperor’s emotions finally began to calm. He raised his head.

Madam Xu examined his slightly reddened eyes, a loving smile on her lips, not asking anything further.

The Emperor knew he had lost his composure.

In that life of his, from the age of twelve when he lost his father and brother, his grandmother was not only the guiding light illuminating his path forward, but in his heart, she was also an irreplaceable loving parent.

In the year he turned twenty-two, completely unprepared, while he was still away fighting battles, he lost his grandmother.

By the time he rushed back, it was already more than a month later, and his grandmother had long been buried.

From that point on, no one could restrain the beast of hatred in his heart. He was driven to endlessly expand his desires and ambitions, using the conquest brought by war to obtain the continuous thrill that accompanied him until the end of his life.

It wasn’t until that stray arrow pierced his throat and he fell backward that he realized he was tired.

What he had once wanted might not have been what he truly desired. Towards the end, it was merely out of habit.

He couldn’t stop his footsteps, and in that world, no one could make him stop.

He was all alone.

And now, his grandmother, who had been separated from him by death for many years, appeared before him again, alive and well, with a loving smile on her lips, calling him “Shao’er” in that familiar tone. How could he not weep with emotion when filial affection burst forth from his heart, which had become as hard as stone, shattering the shell that had confined it?

He was familiar with the taste of blood, but it had been many, many years since he had tasted his tears.

Today, he finally tasted them again. It turned out that all the delicacies in the world couldn’t compare to the taste of tears touching the heart.

The Emperor suddenly felt his mood lighten. For a moment, he even had an illusory feeling, as if everything he had experienced in his past life was just a dream.

Now, waking from that nightmare, this present reality was the true world.

“Grandmother…”

He struggled to calm his emotions and explained hesitantly, “During these days when you were away, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that you had left me, and for many years I couldn’t see you again. I also made many mistakes, which I deeply regret… When I woke up from the nightmare, that’s why I lost control of my emotions upon seeing your kind face just now, behaving inappropriately in front of you.”

Madam Xu gazed at him, smiling. “That’s good. Grandmother is fine, everything is fine.”

…

Wei Shao was playing with Fei Fei.

To amuse his daughter, he exerted his chubby body, jumping up and down energetically, and rolling all over the ground. As Fei Fei laughed joyously, he suddenly heard her call out “Father!”

Wei Shao instinctively responded with an “Ai,” but what came out was a “Meow—”. He turned his head to see his daughter had already abandoned him and was running away.

Not far off, the Emperor’s figure emerged from Jiade Palace.

Wei Shao stopped in his tracks, panting heavily, watching with jealous eyes as Fei Fei happily called out “Father!” while running towards him.

“Father!”

Fei Fei ran up to the Emperor and stopped.

After running a short distance, she was slightly out of breath, but her eyes were bright and her adorable little face wore a sweet smile. Looking up at the Emperor, she exclaimed in her tender, soft voice, “Father! When I was at Daming Temple, I thought of Mother every day, and I thought of you too!”

The Emperor looked at the delicate little girl running towards him, hesitated slightly, then crouched down and opened his arms to her.

“Father!”

Fei Fei threw herself into his embrace. After being picked up by the Emperor, her soft little arms encircled his neck, and she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

The Emperor was stunned by this kiss from the sweet, soft little person.

Fei Fei, however, didn’t notice anything unusual about the Emperor’s reaction.

Her mother kissed her cheek, saying it was a way to express affection. She often saw her father kissing her mother’s face. That was because Father loved Mother.

She loved her mother too, and her father.

“Father, I saw you crying earlier…”

She had been worried about her father’s earlier behavior and couldn’t put it out of her mind. Looking up at him, her beautiful big eyes showed concern, “Father, why were you sad?”

The Emperor was speechless for a moment.

“Father, Fei Fei doesn’t want you to be sad…”

She reached out her small hand, gently caressing his cheek in a comforting manner. Her eyes suddenly brightened as she said, “Mother told me that Great-grandmother gave me a name that means ‘to forget worries.’ Mother often calls me Princess Wuyou. Father, if you’re unhappy about something, you can tell Fei Fei, and I’ll help you.”

The Emperor stared intently at the little figure hugging his neck and earnestly comforting him. His heart gradually filled with an unfamiliar sense of tenderness and bittersweet emotion.

This was his daughter, Wei Shao’s daughter in this lifetime, Princess Wuyou.

He blinked, forcefully suppressing the rising warmth in his eyes. He smiled at her, slowly tightening his arms to embrace the tiny figure in his lap.

…

As night fell, the Emperor returned to his bedchamber. Xiao Qiao, as usual, personally helped him undress.

“Where’s Fei Fei?” the Emperor asked, slightly lowering his head to observe her face in the lamplight. He listened to the soft rustling of fabric as she removed his clothes. Suddenly feeling the surrounding silence unsettling, he steadied himself and casually inquired.

“Fei Fei is already asleep,” Xiao Qiao replied.

Fei Fei had played wildly with the cat in the Imperial Garden during the day. When Spring Lady brought her back in the evening, she was covered in sweat. After a bath at nightfall, she quickly became drowsy and went to bed early.

The Emperor responded with a soft “Oh,” wanting to say more but unsure of what topic to bring up.

Xiao Qiao helped him remove his outer garments and looked up with a smile, “Is Your Majesty ready for a bath?”

The Emperor remained still, gazing at her. He slowly raised his hand towards her face. Just as his fingers were about to touch her skin, a white blur darted out from a corner behind them. The cat leaped, knocking over a vase on the cabinet.

The vase crashed to the floor with a loud bang. The Emperor halted his hand and turned to see the plump cat crouched between himself and the Empress. It stood in front of the Empress, its eyes as round as brass bells, fur standing on end, glaring at him as if ready to scratch him at any moment. He was momentarily taken aback.

The Empress Dowager had returned to the palace, so the cat should have been sleeping in Jiade Palace. However, it had clung to Fei Fei today, refusing to leave. Fei Fei had also insisted on having it sleep with her. Unable to persuade them otherwise, Xiao Qiao had ordered the servants to bring its cat bed to Fei Fei’s chambers.

They thought it had already gone to sleep, but unexpectedly, it had appeared again, knocking things over and startling them.

Compared to before, this cat seemed to have gained intelligence, but its behavior had also become strange. It always seemed to want to express something to him.

Unfortunately, it couldn’t speak human language.

Xiao Qiao was startled.

The Emperor suddenly sneezed, then slightly shrugged his shoulders, his expression becoming a bit odd.

Xiao Qiao immediately understood. Knowing that the cat’s proximity had triggered his allergies again, she quickly bent down to pick up the cat. She called loudly for the palace maids to come in, handing over the struggling cat and instructing them to close the chamber doors, preventing it from sneaking back in.

The cat meowed continuously as it was forcibly taken away.

Xiao Qiao hurried to wash her hands and fetch the anti-itch ointment, asking the Emperor to sit down and remove his clothes.

Sure enough, in just a moment, red bumps had appeared on his neck and chest.

He seemed very itchy, letting out soft hisses and unable to resist scratching.

“Don’t scratch,” Xiao Qiao stopped him, applying some ointment to his red, rashed skin, then gently spread it evenly.

“There, just bear with it. It won’t itch soon,” she said, picking up the small jade bottle containing the ointment. As she stood up, the Emperor suddenly grasped her other hand from behind.

Xiao Qiao stopped and turned to look at him.

The Emperor remained silent, just looking up at her, holding her hand in his palm, slowly and gently kneading it.

Xiao Qiao was slightly startled, then tried to pull her hand away, saying with a smile, “I’m going to put away the medicine bottle…”

The Emperor suddenly exerted a bit of force, pulling her into his arms and onto his lap.

Their faces were now close, his breathing somewhat rapid, warm air brushing against her face.

“What’s wrong with you?” Xiao Qiao asked, startled, the smile slowly fading from her face.

The Emperor gazed at her without speaking, then suddenly pressed her gently onto the imperial bed, his lips touching her forehead, then moving to her eyelids.

“You’re so beautiful… so beautiful…” he murmured, accompanying his words with tentative, careful kisses near her ear.

Xiao Qiao’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.

His lips gradually moved downward, finally reaching her lips. As if stirred by a thread of desire, his strength gradually increased. When he finally attempted to part her lips, Xiao Qiao suddenly opened her eyes and raised her hand to block his mouth.

The Emperor then gently kissed her soft hand, lifting his face. His gaze revealed a faint trace of joy.

“Empress,” he paused, then called out her name, “Manman…” with a slight air of deliberate enunciation, “What’s wrong?”

“You are not my husband,” Xiao Qiao said, staring into his eyes. “Who are you?”

The Emperor was stunned, the joyful look in his eyes slowly disappearing.

He released her and sat up, falling silent.

“I am me,” the Emperor finally said, his voice somewhat hoarse.

“But you are not the ‘you’ who is my husband,” Xiao Qiao replied.

The Emperor looked up, meeting her gaze for a moment before finally nodding. “Yes. I am myself, yet not the self of this lifetime. I had already died, pierced through the throat by an arrow. But I awoke from the chaos, and the first thing I saw was you,” he said slowly.

Xiao Qiao’s eyes widened.

Ever since that almost soul-shattering thunderclap, Xiao Qiao had keenly sensed something different about the man beside her.

She felt as if her husband had become a different person. He was still Wei Shao, yet not the Wei Shao she knew.

Doubts slowly settled in her heart, and finally, unable to contain them, she asked.

Hearing his answer, all her previous suspicions were finally clarified.

She slowly sat up.

“Then where is my husband?” she asked, her voice already slightly trembling.

The Emperor looked at her intently.

“I don’t know what happened to him. When I woke up, I had become the ‘me’ of this world. Grandmother was alive and well, I had you, and we had Fei Fei. Thinking back on my previous life feels like a nightmare. In this life, I know how I should live on.”

“Manman…” he called her name again, once more grasping her hand. But Xiao Qiao quickly pulled her hand away.

“You are not my husband,” she shook her head. “Where is my husband? Where did he go?” she repeated her question.

The Emperor’s eyes remained fixed on her face, his expression slowly becoming rigid.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his voice extremely gentle. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t harm you in the slightest.”

“No. I’m not afraid of you,” Xiao Qiao shook her head.

“Then, are you upset because I didn’t let go of my grudges in the past and killed your Qiao family members? Don’t worry, I won’t do that in this life. In my previous life, I killed all those I wanted to kill, but I never truly found happiness, nor did I understand what it felt like to let go. It’s only now that I seem to have some understanding. I regret it, and I even envy and am jealous of who I am in this life. We are the same person, yet why are our fates so drastically different…”

His tone gradually became more agitated. He closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath.

Xiao Qiao looked at the handsome face before her, one she knew so well she could sketch it with her eyes closed, and said softly, “It’s good that you understand now. Since you understand, you should return to where you came from…”

But he ignored her words. “I know I like you,” he said. “From the moment I first saw you, I had this feeling. I want to be close to you. Having you around makes me feel joyful and content, feelings I’ve never experienced before… He might never come back, or perhaps he has already merged with me. Because I am him, and he is me!”

As he said these last words, the Emperor’s tone suddenly became more forceful.

“You might be him, and his current life might carry your shadow. But you are not the husband I love. This is all just an illusion for you. When the illusion disappears, everything will return to normal,” Xiao Qiao said.

The Emperor stared at her intently, suddenly pulling her into his arms and kissing her lips again.

“I am him, and he is me. You must believe…” he repeated in her ear, over and over, with an irresistible force.

He held her tightly as if trying to embed her into his own body.

Xiao Qiao enveloped in his familiar scent, trembled slightly, unable to resist.

…

Wei Shao, with tremendous effort, finally managed to shakily climb onto the south-facing windowsill of the bedchamber. He poked a hole through it, allowing him to see the scene on the dragon bed. Instantly, his fur stood on end, and he became furiously angry.

First, this intruder had taken his grandmother, then his little princess.

Although he was very displeased, he had managed to grudgingly endure it.

But now, this imposter even wanted to take his beautiful Empress!

Damn it!

Wei Shao let out a fierce meow, suddenly exerting all his strength. He crashed through the window lattice, and amidst the scattered wooden debris, he leaped several meters, rolled upon landing, and like a fierce tiger, pounced again, fiercely charging towards the Emperor who was still tightly holding Xiao Qiao.

…

“Husband! Husband!”

He heard Xiao Qiao’s voice calling out to him repeatedly, which made his blood boil even more. He bared his teeth and claws, making hoarse sounds in his throat, ready to fight to the death. Suddenly, he felt his face being patted a few times, and he let out a couple of grunts.

“Let go of Manman!” he roared, abruptly opening his eyes and sitting up with a start.

Xiao Qiao, who was leaning over the edge of the bed, was startled by him and shuddered, nearly falling off the dragon bed.

She patted her chest, crawled over to kneel beside him, and said with slightly furrowed brows, “What’s wrong with you? What do you mean by ‘let go of me’? You were grinding your teeth in your sleep and even kicked me a few times!”

Wei Shao’s heart was pounding so hard it almost leaped out of his throat. He gasped for air, slowly coming to his senses. Meeting Xiao Qiao’s gaze, he stared at her for a moment, then suddenly looked down at his own hands and feet. His voice still trembling, he asked, “Manman! Am I human or a cat? Am I still here? Touch me, am I still me?”

Earlier, he had been quite rough with her, and Xiao Qiao, exhausted, had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She was sleeping sweetly when she was suddenly kicked awake by him, almost flying off the bed. When she opened her eyes, she saw him lying there with his eyes closed, waving his arms and legs, his expression fierce, making hoarse sounds in his throat and grinding his teeth. It was quite a frightening sight, which was why she had woken him up.

Originally feeling a bit annoyed, but seeing him wake up with a pale face, his forehead, and his body covered in sweat, she couldn’t help but feel worried. She quickly took a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, asking, “What exactly did you dream about to be so frightened?”

“What day is it today?” he asked, his eyes still a bit unfocused.

“The eighth day,” she replied.

“Did Moya just go to Daming Temple last night?”

Xiao Qiao nodded.

“Is Grandmother still at Daming Temple?”

“She’ll return tomorrow.”

“We’ve been… just sleeping all this time?”

Xiao Qiao gave him an exasperated look, “Wasn’t it you who came back in broad daylight, insisting on…”

She stopped, seeing him suddenly raise his hand, repeatedly pinching himself. Finally, he closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them and jumped off the bed. Not caring that he was naked, he burst into loud laughter.

Xiao Qiao was startled again and said angrily, “Wei Shao! If you keep acting so crazy, I’ll get upset!”

“Manman! Manman! This is great! I’m still me! I was so scared!” Wei Shao suddenly pounced on her, pushing her back onto the dragon bed.

Xiao Qiao hit him, but he didn’t care. He hugged her tightly, continuously kissing her face, rolling with her on the dragon bed.

“Manman hit me, hit me hard! The harder, the better! Wake me up with your hits!”

Xiao Qiao made a couple of sounds, but her mouth was quickly covered by his.

…

The Emperor and Empress had been secluded in their bedchamber since the afternoon, not coming out.

Even when it got dark, the Emperor had ordered their evening meal to be sent in.

The Prime Minister and several other high officials were seeking an audience with him to discuss matters of state. They had been waiting for a long time in the reception hall without seeing the Emperor. Unable to contain their impatience, they asked a palace servant to relay a message to Guanghua Palace.

“Convey my words: I have suffered quite a shock today and need a full night’s rest to recover! No matter how urgent the matter is, it can wait until tomorrow!” the Emperor shouted, pulling aside the bed curtain.

The palace servant was startled and quickly bowed in acknowledgment, about to retreat when the Emperor seemed to suddenly remember something.

“Also, keep a close watch on the Empress Dowager’s cat! Don’t let it appear in Guanghua Palace! If it comes one step closer, you’ll be held responsible!”

The Emperor’s roar echoed throughout Guanghua Palace, reverberating for a long time.