The emperor raised his brows. "Are you going to curse me, Concubine Rong?"
"Yes," she spat, her voice sharp, her eyes burning with a fire that refused to be extinguished. "I curse you, Long Mingzhe. You will never win her love. No matter how much blood you spill, no matter how many lives you destroy, no matter how far you go—even if you rip the heavens apart or make the earth crumble beneath your feet… she will never belong to you."
Her voice trembled, but her conviction remained firm. "I curse you to rot on your throne of gold. You will thirst for her affection until your dying breath, but you will never taste even a drop of it. And that woman… Xia Yuqing, in this life, as long as she lives, she will never love you. In fact, I curse her to love someone else…"
PAK!
