Douluo Dalu: Sign in to the Flame Princess-Chapter 12 - : It Was Just a Dream...

Over twenty years, Zhao Ming gradually defeated all opposing forces, unifying the continent and establishing the Celestial Dynasty. He was honored as the Divine Martial Emperor.

That year was known as the first year of the Celestial Era.

Now, in the sixth year of the Celestial Era, the Douluo Continent enjoyed favorable weather, and the people lived in peace and prosperity. With life flourishing under his rule, Zhao Ming began gradually delegating his power, allowing himself to indulge in leisure.

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Douluo Continent

Imperial Harem

"Your Majesty, how was my dance?" After finishing her performance, Yan Lingji stepped gracefully before Zhao Ming, her breath fragrant like orchids. She wore tight-fitting hot pants and a snug camisole that accentuated her seductive figure.

A thin sheen of sweat covered her from the exertion, releasing a mesmerizing scent.

"My beloved consort, you truly delight me. Absolutely delightful!" Zhao Ming exclaimed, pulling Yan Lingji into his arms and settling her onto his lap, relishing her warmth.

"Hmph, Your Majesty is so biased! Am I not just as good?" Not far away, Cai Lin (Medusa) was dressed in a black short skirt, swaying to the lively rhythm of "Elysium". However, upon seeing Yan Lingji nestled in Zhao Ming's embrace, she immediately protested, jealousy evident in her tone.

Mesmerized by Medusa's rare, coquettish demeanor, Zhao Ming chuckled, "Cai Lin, your dance was wonderful. Absolutely stunning! Come, join me."

He extended his right hand, drawing Medusa into his embrace as well.

"Your Majesty must be feeling warm with all that sweat. Let me help cool you down." The soft, melodious voice belonged to Yun Yun. She was adorned in a flowing violet palace dress, gazing at Zhao Ming tenderly while fanning him with a golden silk fan.

On the other side, Ling Qingzhu, dressed in a pristine white gown, exuding an ethereal aura, also wielded a silk-woven fan, gently fanning him.

"Yun Yun, Qingzhu, you two are so considerate." Zhao Ming felt a surge of gratitude at their care.

"As long as we can ease Your Majesty's burdens, it's never a hardship," they replied in unison, shaking their heads.

"Well said! I am deeply moved!"

"Your Majesty, have some fruit." Zhao Ming turned his head to see Qian Renxue. Dressed in a low-cut white palace gown, she leaned forward just enough for him to catch an enticing glimpse of her fair cleavage. She playfully lifted a piece of fruit with a bamboo skewer, offering it to his lips.

However, Zhao Ming didn't seem satisfied with just that. He looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, you're so naughty. Always teasing me~" Qian Renxue blushed, biting off a piece of apple before gently feeding it to him.

His harem surrounded him, yet those who hadn't gotten a chance to serve him looked on with regretful expressions.

Zhao Ming glanced around—Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Huo Wu... all of them wore expressions of longing.

"Do not worry, my beloved consorts. I shall not play favorites. Everyone will have their turn," Zhao Ming reassured them.

To rule the world by day and rest in the arms of beauties by night—perhaps this was the pinnacle of life! Zhao Ming thought to himself in satisfaction.

Wait a minute.

Something's not right.

"Where is Xiao Wu? Where is my Xiao Wu?" Zhao Ming's eyes widened in confusion. He scanned the surroundings but couldn't spot her.

"Your Majesty, I'm right here, giving you a back massage," a crisp voice spoke from behind him.

But there was something off about that voice—it carried a hint of gritted teeth.

"Beloved, be gentle... Ahh!" Zhao Ming yelped in pain. Why did it hurt so much when Xiao Wu didn't even seem to be using much force? He couldn't understand.

"Xiao Wu, you may step back. I no longer need a massage," Zhao Ming said awkwardly.

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"Step back, my ass!" Suddenly, Xiao Wu cursed.

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In the dormitory at Nuoding Academy, Xiao Wu glared at the sleeping Zhao Ming, her face alternating between shades of green and red.

She could tolerate a lot.

But this guy was muttering "Consorts" in his sleep while hugging her tightly.

Unforgivable!

Raising her fist, she prepared to punch him awake.

"How dare you! Xiao Wu, you dare speak to me like that? I've made my decision—you shall be confined to the Cold Palace to reflect on your actions. You may leave once you realize your mistake," Zhao Ming muttered in his sleep.

Cold Palace? You want to banish me to the Cold Palace?! Xiao Wu nearly exploded with rage.

She swung her fist down.

At that moment, Zhao Ming began to sense something was off. Wasn't Xiao Wu already taken away? Why did it still feel like someone was hitting him?

Zhao Ming awoke in pain.

As he opened his eyes, he saw a fist flying toward him.

Damn!

He quickly tilted his head, barely dodging the strike. The punch landed on the bedframe instead, making a loud "thud".

"Hey, Xiao Wu, what are you doing?!" Zhao Ming demanded, wide-eyed.

"What am I doing? You tell me!" Xiao Wu huffed.

Zhao Ming looked around. He was lying in Xiao Wu's bed, his legs draped over her.

Ahem.

So it was just a dream? Damn, that dream was way too vivid—it almost felt like a glimpse into his future. Could it be that he was destined to live such an extravagant life someday?

That would be amazing!

"Ahem, this was just an accident. I was drunk last night—I didn't do it on purpose. Besides, I already told you before that I roll around a lot in my sleep," Zhao Ming explained with an awkward chuckle.

"Hmph! I'll let it slide this time, but if it happens again, don't blame me for not holding back!" Xiao Wu warned.

"Alright, alright, I'll try my best," Zhao Ming shrugged, clearly not taking her words too seriously.

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