I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse

A statement that came out of nowhere made your eyebrows furrow deeply.

Without waiting for you to speak, the Empress said something that made your heart leap in terror, "Zhao’er’s life is ebbing away more rapidly, and the time left for you is running short."

You urgently rushed to the Empress, not caring whether she would suddenly strike at your chest, and urgently said, "Empress, you must know where the First Emperor’s Mausoleum is, right?"

As you expected, she slightly nodded her head.

"Please, tell me!" you implored.

But she shook her head.

"Why? Zhao’er poses no threat to you! And at least for now, we are friends, aren’t we?"

In fact, when the Empress appeared just before, your heart was glad, after all, you were spared death; and towards the Empress, a deep sense of gratitude developed within you.

Among those you knew, the Empress’s temperament was the most elusive.

She was like the early summer night breeze that wandered by your side: when the breeze touched you, it was cool, but not bone-chillingly cold.