Beiming Fenghua wanted to be an empress like Wu Zetian. Now, while Yin Fengxue was unguarded, she struck with the speed of lightning!
BOOM!
Taken completely by surprise, Yin Fengxue was sent flying backward. He slammed hard onto the ground, vomiting blood.
"You... why..." After so many years together, it would be a lie to say Yin Fengxue felt nothing for Beiming Fenghua—a lie he couldn't even tell himself.
"Why? You don't understand me," she said. "I do love you, that's true. But compared to the pursuit of an empire, you carry far too little weight."
A chilling smile touched Beiming Fenghua's beautiful lips as she recalled something. "When I was very young, my parents hoped for a son, so they dressed me as a boy. At that time, a master from the Ghost Valley School said of me, 'What a pity he is a boy. If he were not, he would become the ruler of the world!' Isn't that exactly the same as Yuan Tiangang's prediction for Wu Zetian?
