"By the way, Kong, I heard you once wrote a fine poem called: 'He drinks oil though he plants no sesame, wears silk though he tills no mulberry fields. He drinks dry the poor folk's blood and sweat—he is the greatest bandit chief in the Mortal World.' Is that the one?" the old emperor asked again.
"It was condemning that insatiably greedy old prefect," Su Xiaodan said awkwardly.
"Heh heh, in truth, I am the greatest bandit chief in the Mortal World," the old emperor said with a smile.
"Your Majesty holds the world in your heart. How could you be a bandit chief? You are the world; you are the Mortal World," Su Xiaodan hurriedly said.
"Ah, how dull. How dull." The old emperor suddenly rose and turned his back to her.
"Your Majesty, why do you say that?" Su Xiaodan asked in confusion.
"I thought you were an extraordinary woman, strange in temperament, even surpassing beauty. I never expected you to be no different from those vulgar women. Dull. Pass down my decree: Consort Kong is to be consigned to the Cold Palace and forbidden from ever appearing before me again," the old emperor said coldly.
"Your Majesty, why?" Su Xiaodan was utterly shocked.
Just as she was about to use her Succubus instincts, an old eunuch beside her barked a reprimand. Her entire body immediately went limp and weak, and two young eunuchs dragged her away.
The old emperor did not even spare her a glance. He merely shook his head.
Li Chun saw the entire scene.
He was deeply shocked.
The simulator had only gone a single day without a simulation, yet the plot had taken such a drastic turn.
But upon careful thought, it was only natural.
The old emperor was eighty-nine years old. What