A Minor Divine Art, Shangguan Wan'er Submits

"Divine Lord! I had no intention of..."

The Empress had meant to take out some rare treasure or precious jewelry, preferably something worth a fortune.

Instead, on a sudden impulse, she had pulled out a piece of red cloth.

Even after all she had seen and done, her face flushed crimson.

"It's fine. I hear Shangguan Wan'er is quite unhappy with me. Send her to reason with me. Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for her. I'm a reasonable god."

Ye Zhuo put away the Empress's gift, took the Purple-Gold Alms Bowl in one hand, and strode out of the hall.

The Empress watched his broad back, a faint ripple stirring in her heart.

She could not forget him.

For decades, she had stood at the pinnacle of power. Who knew how many brilliant people she had buried to become the first Empress in history?

Yet before Ye Zhuo, she felt like an innocent young girl.

Perhaps Ye Zhuo was simply so powerful that the Empress had no need to harbor any other thoughts about him.

To him, kingdoms and reputation were no more than passing clouds.

He posed no threat, yet his strength defied all reason. The heart she had once had as a girl beneath the Demon God Statue stirred again.

"If I had not pledged this heart to the realm, why couldn't I..."

Late that night,

she shook her head by candlelight and buried the thought.

Several days later,

Shangguan Wan'er heard the Empress's account and immediately grew furious.

Princess Taiping had even entered religious life and become a believer, yet this man still dared to be so arrogant.

Did being a Divine Lord give him the right to be unreasonable?

Shangguan Wan'er entered the palace, took leave of the Empress, and headed straight for