"Stop!"
Seeing this little girl who looked like an elementary schooler about to strip him bare, Samael hurriedly held down Yang Guifei's hand and coughed repeatedly.
"Cough, cough. I appreciate Your Majesty's kindness, but I'm not used to this sort of gift. Please take her back..."
Yet the moment his tactful refusal left his lips, rather than receiving gratitude from the other side, he made the little girl go pale with fright.
"No!"
With a terrified cry, the little girl, her palace robes half undone, crashed into Samael's embrace. Her immature body trembled violently.
"Please don't send Yuyu away. Yuyu doesn't want to be locked in the underground palace again..."
Her fearful, grief-stricken sobbing left Samael momentarily stunned as thoughts churned through his mind.
Brother Zheng, what exactly did you do to this poor little girl?
Meanwhile, inside the main hall of Li Palace.
Behind his desk, the First Emperor closed the bamboo scroll in his hand and looked toward the female general below, who had hesitated to speak several times. He spoke calmly.
"Loyal Marquis, speak freely."
Qin Liangyu took a slight breath, steadied herself, and stepped forward pensively.
"Your Majesty, that child is still young and immature. Having her serve a guest with her body may lead to complications. Is that... is that not too abrupt?"
After much deliberation, the female general finally voiced her thoughts.
"Abrupt?"
The First Emperor tossed aside the bamboo scroll. His hawkish eyes narrowed, and his brow furrowed.
"What Loyal Marquis truly wishes to say is 'cruel,' isn't it..."
As he spoke, the First Emperor's tone grew somewhat harsher, displeasure flickering in his eyes.
Indeed, Loyal Marquis was loyal, brave, capable, and possessed fine character. However, Heroic Spirit summons tended to preserve and extract the most perfect snapshot from a person's life.
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