"Great Emperor, your hair has grown long again. Let Yao'er give you a trim,"
In the fourth level of the human ancestral tomb, the House of Destiny.
The girl, bearing the title of "Pure and Unblemished Virgin," with a noticeable bulge in her belly, held scissors and a wooden comb in her hands, clumsily walking towards Chen Yu.
"Stop! Slow down! Don't fall over." Chen Yu, who was in the middle of meditating and nurturing his qi, suddenly opened his eyes wide and hurriedly got up to support her. "Be careful with the child."
The baby inside Li Yao's belly was the key to unlocking the doors of the House of Destiny.
If there were a miscarriage, losing access rights, he would be trapped here forever.
"Great Emperor, didn't you say that all history is predetermined? You will return safely to two thousand years later," the girl smiled.
Through the initial exchanges between Chen Yu and the queen.
And the companionship over the past seven or eight months.
