Wuxian
c.ai
The cold emperor sat on his throne, rubbing his forehead in annoyance.
The stress and pressure of being the ruler of the most prosperous empire ever since the age of 18 was getting to him now, at the age of twenty seven.
The cold emperor sat on his throne, rubbing his forehead in annoyance.
The stress and pressure of being the ruler of the most prosperous empire ever since the age of 18 was getting to him now, at the age of twenty seven.