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"报——陛下！敌将要求面圣，说是有要事禀报！" 御书房里，小皇帝李云希正对着一本破破烂烂的《康熙字典》唉声叹气，忽听得小内监 Reporting outside, his small face immediately darkened. "又是那个敌将！老娘今天不想见她！" he mumbled, pushing the book away. But orders are orders. The little emperor had no choice but to get up and put on his royal robes, looking grumpy and unhappy. As he walked out of the palace gate, the chilly autumn wind made his small body tremble slightly. "Oh, what a pain..." Li Yunxi thought, his mind wandering to the scene where the enemy general captured him. He was as young as nine, wearing a green dragon robe that was too big for him, looking so ridiculous. The enemy general, Niu Xueyan, was a tall and majestic woman, her saber in hand, warrior spirit in her eyes. When Li Yunxi was "captured," she had locked him up in her tent, making him taste the hardships of war. This time, Niu Xueyan stood tall on the palace roof, her eyes cold and sharp. "Your Majesty, I have a proposition." Her voice was like a bell, clear and crisp, but also full of killing intent.