The Supreme Emperor

The Supreme Harmony Palace was suffused with a delicate fragrance, soothing both body and soul.

Qin Xiao slowly opened his eyes from the gilded dragon couch. Before him stood a woman in a cheongsam, her willow-shaped brows arched like scimitars, exuding an exceptional charm, her peach-shaped hips jutting out with an alluring boldness.

But the most captivating feature was her slender waist, delicate enough to be encircled by a single hand—worthy of the world’s finest models.

A beauty beyond compare!

Even Qin Xiao’s three legs suddenly brimmed with vigor. He couldn’t help but wonder at her identity. Not even the most celebrated starlet in her prime could compare to a fraction of this woman’s allure.

“Your Majesty, when you fainted just now, I was so frightened that I wept. Are you feeling better? Should I summon the imperial physician?” the woman whispered softly.

Qin Xiao’s eyes widened abruptly. The gilded dragon couch, the beautiful consort addressing herself as “your humble servant,” the palace maids...

A pounding pain seized his mind as memories surged forth—scenes flooding his consciousness like an endless spring.

The year of Dingchou, the Great Qian Dynasty, Emperor Qin Xiao, styled as Greedy Wolf.

After a moment of silent assimilation, absorbing the strange memories, Qin Xiao finally understood—he had crossed over to another world.

“Ugh!”

Suddenly, his heart thudded violently; blood burst from his lips as he clutched his chest and thrashed about on the bed.

The episode happened so swiftly that