"Chen Jiu, you are very lucky to have so many beautiful people when you are young, but there is only one beautiful person who is destined to be mine!" An empty God smiles, a proud expression on his face.

"Oh? What on earth do you mean? Chen Jiu was not jealous, on the contrary, he could not understand it.

"This thing is my congratulations to you, you see it!" The Emperor then handed out a golden book, which was made of unknown animal skins. It was so noble that it gave people a supreme and irresistible feeling.

This feeling, like ordinary people, when they see the imperial edict, is grovelling...