"Your Majesty, your Empress is a Fox Demon."
"National Preceptor, enough of your slander! The Empress is the woman who fought by my side to build this kingdom... When I had nothing, she never abandoned me. Why are you trying to sow discord?"
"Your Majesty, you've known all along, haven't you? After all, no woman of the Mortal World can go through thirty years and remain as youthful and beautiful as she was back then."
"...So what if she's a Fox Demon? I am not some narrow-minded emperor."
"But, Your Majesty... you do not have much time left."
The National Preceptor looked at the ashen-faced, middle-aged man on the Dragon Bed and shook his head slightly.
'In the end, the emperors of the Mortal World can never win against the passage of a few decades. No matter how glorious their reign, this is all it amounts to.'
As if sensing the pity in the National Preceptor's eyes, the proud emperor's face twisted into a ferocious scowl.
"There's nothing... wrong with my body!"
