This Is Just a Dream

After twenty years, Zhao Ming had gradually defeated every major power, unified the continent, and founded the Heaven's Mandate Dynasty. He was also honored as the Divine Martial Emperor.

That year came to be known as Year One of Heaven's Mandate.

It was now Year Six of Heaven's Mandate. The Douluo Continent enjoyed favorable weather and abundant harvests, while its people lived and worked in peace and contentment. Zhao Ming had also begun gradually delegating the power in his hands, leaving himself free to enjoy life in peace.

Douluo Continent.

Imperial harem.

"Your Majesty, what do you think of my dance?" After finishing a song, Flame Spirit Princess walked up to Zhao Ming and spoke with breath as fragrant as orchids. She wore tight little hot pants and a form-fitting camisole, her figure utterly alluring.

Having exercised too vigorously, a thin sheen of sweat covered her body, continuously giving off a captivating fragrance.

"My beloved consort has truly pleased me—truly pleased me." Zhao Ming pulled Flame Spirit Princess into his embrace and sat her on his lap. Feeling her soft, warm body, he spoke in a daze.

"Hmph, Your Majesty is so biased. Was my dance not good?" Not far away, Cai Lin wore a short black skirt and danced to the cheerful music of Pure Land of Bliss. But when she saw Flame Spirit Princess sitting in Zhao Ming's arms, she immediately became dissatisfied and spoke jealously.

Seeing Medusa act like a spoiled young girl, Zhao Ming could not help but stare in fascination. "Consort Cai danced wonderfully. It was truly breathtaking. Come, sit in my arms."

As he spoke, Zhao Ming opened his right arm and drew Medusa into his embrace.

"Your Majesty must be feeling hot, judging by how much you've sweated. Let me cool you down." The speaker was Yun Yun. She wore a long purple palace gown and gazed gently at Zhao Ming. Holding a golden palm-leaf fan, she patiently fanned him to cool him down.

At the other side, Ling Qingzhu wore a flowing white dress and looked as ethereal as an immortal. She also held a fan woven from silk brocade and fanned Zhao Ming.

"Consort Yun, Consort Qing, you have both worked hard." Seeing how considerate these beauties were, Zhao Ming could not help feeling moved.

"As long as we can ease Your Majesty's worries, we are not tired." The two shook their heads and spoke in unison.

"Good, very good! I am greatly pleased!"

"Your Majesty, have some fruit." Zhao Ming turned his head and found Qian Renxue there. She wore a white, low-cut palace gown and bent over, giving Zhao Ming a perfect view of her fair, full breasts. She held up a small piece of fruit with a bamboo skewer and fed it toward his mouth.

However, Zhao Ming was not pleased. He looked at Qian Renxue with meaningful eyes.

"Your Majesty, you're awful. You only know how to bully me~" Qian Renxue blushed. She gently held a piece of apple between her lips and fed it into Zhao Ming's mouth.

Zhao Ming was surrounded by people, while all the others who had failed to attend to him wore annoyed expressions.

Zhao Ming looked around. Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Huo Wu... all of them looked unwilling to accept it.

"My beloved consorts, there is no need to be upset. I will not play favorites. You will all have your chances in the future," Zhao Ming comforted them.

Awake, he held power over the world; drunk, he slept upon the knees of beauties. Perhaps this was the highest realm of life! Zhao Ming could not help thinking.

Wait.

Something was wrong.

"Where is Xiao Wu? Where is my Consort Wu?" Zhao Ming's eyes widened. He looked around, yet there was no trace of Xiao Wu.

"Your Majesty, I'm right here massaging your back." A crisp voice sounded from behind Zhao Ming.

Yet there was something strange about that voice. It seemed to be gritting its teeth.

"Beloved consort, lighter. Hiss." Zhao Ming could not help crying out in pain. Consort Wu did not seem to be using much force, so why did it hurt so much? Zhao Ming wondered in confusion.

"Consort Wu, get down. I don't need you to massage my back anymore," Zhao Ming said awkwardly.

"Get down my ass!" Xiao Wu suddenly cursed.

Inside the Nuoding Academy dormitory, Xiao Wu looked at Zhao Ming, who had already crossed the line and was still holding her tightly. Her face alternated between green and white.

That alone would have been one thing.

But this guy kept calling her Consort Wu. He was simply unbearably infuriating.

This was intolerable!

Xiao Wu raised her fist, preparing to give Zhao Ming another punch and wake him up.

"Insolent! Consort Wu actually dares speak to me like that. I've decided—I'll lock you in the Cold Palace to reflect on yourself first. You can come out only when you've thought it through and realized where you went wrong." Zhao Ming muttered.

Cold Palace? He wanted to throw her into the Cold Palace? Xiao Wu felt like her lungs were about to explode from anger.

She swung her fist and began raining blows on Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming gradually sensed that something was wrong. Xiao Wu had already been dragged away, so why did he still feel like someone was hitting him?

Zhao Ming woke up from the pain.

The instant he opened his eyes, he saw a huge fist smashing toward him.

Good heavens.

Tilting his head, Zhao Ming nimbly dodged the blow. The fist instantly slammed into the bedboard with a tremendous crash.

"Hey, Xiao Wu, what are you doing?" Zhao Ming asked with wide eyes.

"What am I doing? I should be asking you that. Look at what's going on here!" Xiao Wu said angrily.

Zhao Ming looked down and found himself lying on Xiao Wu's bed. His legs were pressing down on her body.

Ahem, so it had been a dream just now. Damn, that dream had been far too realistic, as if it were reflecting the future. Could it be that he would also live such a wonderful life in the future?

Wouldn't that be absolutely amazing?

"Ahem, this was just an accident. I got drunk yesterday, and I—I didn't mean to do it. Besides, I told you before that I like rolling around in my sleep," Zhao Ming explained sheepishly.

"Hmph, I'll give you one more chance. If this happens again, don't blame my fists for not having eyes," Xiao Wu said irritably.

"Fine. I'll try." Zhao Ming shrugged, clearly not taking Xiao Wu's words seriously.

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