They all thought she was powerful, but ignored the fact that she was only eighteen years old.
"Any scene with me here isn't a dream." Jiang Zhuo hugged her and gently stroked her back. "My dear, all of this is real: you, me, Bai Runyi, General Shen, ascending the throne, everything."
So is her original world fake? And what about her master?
Shen Qing’s mind flashed with her master’s face.
The master is real, and everything here is real.
She is Shen Qing, she was before and she is now.
She went from being a mortal female supporting role to becoming an empress.
Shen Qing's mind became clearer and clearer, and the dazed look he had just had disappeared.
"Jiang Zhuo, I'm beginning to feel lucky to have met you in this dilapidated temple."
"It's a bit late to be thankful now, isn't it?" Jiang Zhuo teased.
“Don’t be thankful then, go back.” Shen Qing let go of the two photos, patted his shoulders twice, and said with a smile.
Jiang Zhuo shook his head helplessly and followed Shen Qing's steps.
She happily jumped down a small hill, but unexpectedly her clothes got caught on some dry grass nearby. The barbs on the roots were so sharp that they tore through the hem of her clothes, leaving a bloody mark on her calf.
"Hiss." Shen Qing held his legs and was stunned for a moment.
"Qingqing?" Jiang Zhuo looked down, carefully moved the dry grass away, and looked at the bloodstain on her leg. "She's been scratched."
"It hurts a little..." Shen Qing looked at him blankly and spoke.
"Of course it hurts." Jiang Zhuo took out some medicine from his arms and sprinkled it on her, then took out a silk handkerchief and wrapped it up for her.
Why does it hurt? Is she feeling pain?
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