Over twenty years, Zhao Ming had gradually defeated various factions and unified the continent, establishing the Heavenly Fate Empire. He was revered as the Divine Martial Emperor.
This marked the first year of Heavenly Fate.
Now in the sixth year, the Douluo Continent was prosperous, with people living happily and peacefully. Zhao Ming began delegating his power, enjoying a life of leisure.
In the Douluo Continent's harem...
"Your Majesty, how was my dance?" After finishing her dance, Flame Spirit Ji approached Zhao Ming, her breath fragrant. She wore tight shorts and a fitted tank top, looking incredibly alluring.
Due to the intense exercise, her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, emitting a captivating fragrance.
"My beloved consort, you truly know my heart," Zhao Ming said, pulling Flame Spirit Ji onto his lap, enjoying her warmth and softness.
"Hmph, Your Majesty is biased. Wasn't my dance good too?" Cai Lin, in a black short skirt, was dancing to lively music nearby. Seeing Flame Spirit Ji in Zhao Ming's embrace, she pouted jealously.
Seeing Medusa's playful demeanor, Zhao Ming couldn't help but be captivated. "Cai Fei, your dance was beautiful too. Come, join me."
With that, Zhao Ming extended his right hand and pulled Medusa into his embrace.
"Your Majesty must be hot, sweating so much. Let me cool you down," Yun Yun said softly. She wore a purple palace dress, looking at Zhao Ming tenderly. Holding a golden fan, she patiently fanned Zhao Ming.
On the other side, Ling Qingzhu, in a white dress exuding an ethereal aura, also fanned Zhao Ming with a silk fan.
"Yun Fei, Qing Fei, thank you for your efforts," Zhao Ming said, touched by their care.
"As long as we can ease Your Majesty's worries, it's no trouble," they replied in unison, shaking their heads.
"Well said! I'm very pleased!"
"Your Majesty, have some fruit." Zhao Ming turned to see Qian Renxue in a white low-cut palace dress, her posture letting him see her ample bosom. She fed him a piece of fruit with a bamboo skewer.
However, Zhao Ming wasn't satisfied, giving Qian Renxue a meaningful look.
"Your Majesty, you're so naughty, always teasing me," Qian Renxue blushed, feeding him an apple slice with her lips.
Surrounded by consorts, those unable to serve Zhao Ming looked on with envy.
Zhao Ming noticed Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Huo Wu, and others looking dissatisfied.
"Don't worry, my beloved consorts, everyone will have a chance," Zhao Ming reassured them.
To wield power while surrounded by beauties—perhaps this was the pinnacle of life, Zhao Ming mused.
Wait.
Something's not right.
"Where's Xiao Wu, my Dance Consort?" Zhao Ming exclaimed, looking around.
"Your Majesty, I'm here massaging your back," a clear voice came from behind.
But the voice had a strange, gritted-teeth quality.
"Consort, be gentle. Ouch," Zhao Ming winced. Despite Xiao Wu's gentle appearance, the massage hurt. Zhao Ming was puzzled.
"Dance Consort, you may stop. I don't need a massage," Zhao Ming said sheepishly.
"Stop? You wish," Xiao Wu suddenly snapped.
In the Nuoding Academy dormitory, Xiao Wu looked at Zhao Ming, who had crossed the boundary and was tightly holding her, her face alternating between red and white.
This alone was intolerable.
And he kept calling her "Dance Consort," which was utterly infuriating.
Unforgivable!
Xiao Wu raised her fist, ready to punch Zhao Ming awake.
"How dare you speak to me like that, Dance Consort? I've decided to banish you to the Cold Palace to reflect. You can come out once you've realized your mistake," Zhao Ming muttered.
Cold Palace? Banish her? Xiao Wu felt ready to explode.
She swung her fist at Zhao Ming.
Zhao Ming began to sense something was wrong. Why did it feel like someone was hitting him even though Xiao Wu was taken away?
Zhao Ming awoke from the pain.
He opened his eyes just in time to see a fist coming at him.
Whoa.
He quickly dodged, the fist striking the bed loudly.
"Hey, Xiao Wu, what are you doing?" Zhao Ming exclaimed, eyes wide.
"What am I doing? I should ask you! Look at this!" Xiao Wu fumed.
Zhao Ming looked around and realized he was lying on Xiao Wu's bed, his legs draped over her.
Ahem, so it was a dream. That dream felt too real, like a glimpse into the future. Could such a wonderful life await him?
How delightful!
"Ahem, it was just an accident. I was drunk last night and didn't mean it. Besides, I told you I roll around in my sleep," Zhao Ming explained sheepishly.
"Hmph, I'll give you another chance. If it happens again, don't blame me for not holding back," Xiao Wu warned.
"Alright, I'll try," Zhao Ming shrugged, not taking her threat seriously.
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