"Why?"
Yao Yue raised her head and stared at Xiao Yan, asking earnestly, "Isn't it better to learn the Alchemy Technique as early as possible?"
"No. My Alchemy Technique is extraordinary. You have to wait until you're eighteen to learn it."
Xiao Yan suddenly felt like laughing, but managed to hold it in.
"All right." Yao Yue lowered her head, looking rather dejected.
As an Alchemist, who wouldn't want to improve their Alchemy Technique?
Soon, Xiao Yan met Yao Ye in the Imperial Palace.
She already had one foot on the throne as empress of the Jia Ma Empire. Her coronation would take place before long.
She was already waiting in her new palace, with a throne made entirely of gold beneath her soft bottom.
"You're here." Watching Xiao Yan stride toward her, Yao Ye curled her red lips into a bewitching smile.
She wore a dragon robe, her dark hair gathered beneath an ornate dragon crown. Her figure was tall and slender, and her alluring face carried a faint air of regal majesty.
Had such bearing and attire belonged to a handsome man, countless young women would have felt their hearts flutter. On the gorgeous Yao Ye, however, they took on an entirely different flavor.
That flavor inspired awe in men while stirring a suppressed desire for conquest deep within their hearts.
Of course, Xiao Yan felt no awe, but his desire had certainly been kindled.
Few men could resist this sort of dragon-robe roleplay.
"Your humble subject Xiao Yan pays his respects to Your Majesty." Smiling, Xiao Yan cupped his hands toward Yao Ye.
"You may rise." A trace of authority threaded through Yao Ye's calm voice, perfectly fitting her role as empress.
The atmosphere immediately reminded Xiao Yan of female-boss scenarios from his previous life. Compared with