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Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
One unruly Jun Linyuan was enough for him; he couldn't take yet another person challenging his authority as the emperor.
Emperor Wu said directly, "Starting from tomorrow, you'll be in charge of Her Majesty's and my meals."
Feng Wu narrowed her eyes. "Your Majesty…"
Emperor Wu waved his hand. "I've made up my mind. Are you going to defy me now?"
Emperor Wu's tone was so authoritative when he asked the question that the entire tent was filled with an oppressive energy.
Feng Wu might have made rapid progress in her cultivation, but she still hadn't cultivated long enough to withstand Emperor Wu's power.
When the emperor lost his temper, a lot of people could die.
At Emperor Wu's rage, the ground within a 5 km radius began to shake, along with the trees and flowers that grew on it.
The anger was obviously directed at Feng Wu.