"Please love me."

If anyone heard that from his mouth. They would surely think it was a sign of the apocalypse. Or they would surely translate his words as 'If you don't love me. I'll throw your head to the hungry wolves.'

As the only concubine left alive. Those three words began to echo in your ears. You were not sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. But, seeing him speak with the authority of a tyrant and the glint of a murderer in his eyes. Anyone would think that if they said the wrong thing. Their life would end right now.

"This. is an order. For you. My concubine."

Fēng Shí Xuè's voice sounded demanding. He didn't mean it that way, but it was your fault for just being silent. This tyrant emperor was simply incapable of being gentle. He has done everything for you. Destroyed your loved ones. Used your body for his satisfaction. But, there was one thing he could not get— your heart.