The white-robed emperor fell silent for a moment before speaking suddenly, "What were you thinking as you stared at JIANG Haiping just now?"
Si Fuqing hadn't expected him to be so keen as to notice whom she was looking at.
She hesitated for a moment before writing in his palm.
---Death.
"People die," he seemed somewhat surprised, then added calmly, "Everyone dies. As long as one is human, they will die, including me."
Si Fuqing's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she fell into silence.
Yes, you will die, at the age of twenty-seven, only thirteen years left.
But in these thirteen years, you have done far more than in the past thirteen hundred years.
"I promised you to conquer the world," he raised an eyebrow, "This is the first step. I know your time is short, so I moved the coronation ceremony to today. I won't emphasize ceremony, but I still want you to see it. Rest first, what do you need? Just tell me."
