Terrifying Woman

"No wonder His Majesty insisted on locking you up. With you here, you're the biggest variable of all!" Shalan sighed.

"If we're talking about variables, Zhao Yarou is the biggest one. Always changing this way and that..." Ye Lang replied casually.

"Little bastard, that's being fickle. It's a woman's right, not a variable."

"Is there a difference? They're all the same. I don't think so!" Ye Lang replied groggily.

Ye Lang was still as muddleheaded as ever. No one knew how he had spent those ten years, but this was good too. At least he had not changed, and wasn't this exactly the Ye Lang everyone liked most?

"Yarou, come here and let me have a good look at you!" the Xiangkong Emperor said at that moment. His tone seemed calm, though no one knew what he meant by it. Was it merely a father wanting to see his daughter, or something else?

"No need. You can see me just fine from there. If you want me to help you seize the world, that's impossible. There's no need to discuss it further." Zhao Yarou replied bluntly. "If I want the world, it will be when I become the emperor myself, not when I'm helping someone else!! When helping others, there will always be someone who thinks I'm useless..."

"..."

He thought she was useless—could it be that Ye Lang had once thought she was useless, and that was why she wanted to take the whole world and prove that she was useful?

If that was really the case, then what was this? Was the entire world merely something for her to prove her worth to Ye Lang? Had they ended up like this merely because of childish words exchanged in their youth, simply because of some foolish thing Ye Lang