The Female Emperor asked softly, "Am I that terrifying in the eyes of later generations?"
Luo Yan nodded earnestly. "A demonic emperor without equal in all the world!"
"Is that so?" Keeping some distance from Luo Yan, the Female Emperor sat on a nearby rooftop and gazed up at the starry sky.
Luo Yan quietly turned his head. This was his first time admiring the Female Emperor from so close. Hers was a beauty that could topple cities, a splendor that eclipsed the world. Even though this body was merely the incarnation of a lingering obsession, a clone, it possessed all of the Female Emperor's peerless magnificence.
He had seen many beautiful women, yet calling the Female Emperor a beauty could hardly do her justice. A beauty might become the Female Emperor, but the Female Emperor was far more than a beauty.
She was like a sovereign who looked down upon the world. Beauty was merely one embellishment of hers, an insignificant sliver of praise. Her bearing was unique, like an immortal, like a god-neither a mortal of this world nor an immortal of the heavens, but a Red Dust Immortal who sat amid the mortal world and watched its fortunes rise and fall.
With no mist concealing her exquisite face, she was utterly captivating.
"Have you looked your fill?" the Female Emperor asked evenly.
She was not angry. Instead, she recalled how, long ago, many people had looked at her in just the same way. She was accustomed to such gazes; it was only after she became an emperor that the people of the world could no longer look directly upon her face.
Caught red-handed, Luo Yan awkwardly changed the subject. "I never imagined the Female Emperor was so adorable as a child."
Many wonderful memories filled the Female