A five-year-old goddess, raised to become an emperor for all time through a bronze mirror.

Fast forward to the present day...

In an inconspicuous corner of the city, Jian Xiaohan's figure appeared and disappeared in the shadows, his steps steady and powerful.

His gaze was fixed on a veiled woman in front of him. The woman had a graceful figure and hurried steps, as if she was fleeing from something.

As Jian Xiaohan drew closer, the masked woman quickened her pace until she was cornered against a wall with nowhere left to retreat.

A flicker of panic crossed her eyes as she pressed her body against the cold wall, as if trying to escape Jian Xiaohan's oppressive aura.

Jian Xiaohan smiled, his eyes gleaming like a cheetah; he approached step by step until he was only inches away from the masked woman.

He parted his thin lips slightly: "Fu Mingyue, how long are you going to hide..." He had been searching for clues all day, and finally found an opportunity today.

At this moment, Fu Mingyue sighed, "It wasn't that I was deliberately avoiding you... I really..."

Suddenly, before she could finish speaking, Jian Xiaohan ripped off her mask, his warm lips covering her cool skin; then, a similarly warm hand grasped Fu Mingyue's chin, deepening the kiss...

She smiled, closed her eyes, and raised her arms to wrap around Jian Xiaohan's neck in response.

Jian Xiaohan's large hand rested on her slender waist; he didn't want to think about that right now.

After more than five years, the person he had been longing for reappeared. How could he possibly let go again?

At this moment, Fu Mingyue felt like she was suffocating, and a blush appeared on her fair cheeks. She pushed Jian Xiaohan away forcefully, and the intense kiss was interrupted at this moment.

"Why?" Jian Xiaohan was pushed back a few steps, with Fu Mingyue's lipstick still on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with tears, making him look like an abandoned puppy.

He continued to press on, unwilling to give up: "Why... did Niannian and I both think you were dead! Fu Mingyue! What did you take me for?"

Since the days after Niannian was born, he had been in a daze, and the death of Fu Mingyue from massive bleeding was a huge blow to him;

He even considered committing suicide for love, but at that moment, Nian Nian in his arms tightly grasped Jian Xiaohan's hand, and her cute little face made him unable to bear leaving her.

So he named Niannian Jian Niannian, because if you keep something in mind, it will surely come back to you.

Just as Jian Xiaohan was slowly letting go, things took a turn for the better. How could he bear to let go again?

Fu Mingyue leaned against the wall, rubbing her forehead with one hand and said helplessly, "Honey, just listen to me for now... I'll explain everything to you later, okay? I really can't do this right now!"

I'm afraid they'll come looking for me..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she slowly approached Jian Xiaohan, wrapped her arms around him, and whispered, "It's been so long, I've missed you too..."

A warm embrace and a faint, pleasant fragrance wafted over, gradually calming Jian Xiaohan's emotions. He fought back tears, his voice tinged with reluctance:

"Then, when will you come back... I... Niannian misses you so much!" After saying that, he hugged Fu Mingyue tightly, not wanting to let go.

She said softly, "We'll talk about it later. I'll contact you!"

Just then, a group of men in black surrounded the two at the alley entrance. The leader of the men in black, speaking broken Chinese, shouted:

"Hand over the documents!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the men in black behind him rushed forward.

Fu Mingyue pulled her mask up and rushed towards the man in black, but Jian Xiaohan grabbed her arm and shook his head gently, saying:

"Mingyue, step back. I can handle these little bastards!" he said, shielding Fu Mingyue behind him.

A tense atmosphere filled the alley. Jian Xiaohan stood there, like an unshakable mountain.

The men in black drew their sharp short knives, their cold glint flashing, and their steps were light and orderly as they gradually approached.

The first to make a move was a man in black, who swung his knife straight at Jian Xiaohan's chest. Jian Xiaohan swayed gracefully, like a willow branch swaying in the wind, and deftly dodged the blade.

His hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the man in black's wrist and twisting it forcefully. With a sharp crack, the man in black's wrist dislocated, and the knife fell to the ground.

Immediately afterward, Jian Xiaohan swung out his other hand, delivering a powerful hook punch to the man in black's chin. The man in black flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the alley wall and losing consciousness.

The second man in black attacked from the side, attempting to slash his neck with a knife.

Without turning his head, Jian Xiaohan struck out with a backhand palm, hitting the man in black's wrist squarely, and the knife slipped from his hand again.

He immediately turned around and kicked the man in black in the abdomen, causing him to bend over in pain. Then, Jian Xiaohan seized the opportunity to deliver a knee strike to the man in black's face, and the man in black fell to the ground.

At this moment, the remaining men in black rushed forward. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his body spinning like a top. With a sweeping kick, two men in black were hit and fell to the ground, rolling around in a heap.

Jian Xiaohan's punches and kicks rained down like a storm, each strike accompanied by a whistling sound. The men in black could only passively parry, unable to mount an effective counterattack.

Finally, only one man in black remained standing in front of him, trembling as he raised his knife.

A cold glint flashed in Jian Xiaohan's eyes. He quickly approached and chopped the black-clad man's wrist with a chop, causing the knife to fall to the ground again.

He then grabbed the man in black by the collar, lifted him up forcefully, and delivered a knee strike to his abdomen. The man in black's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious...

After a fierce battle, Jian Xiaohan stood panting. Fu Mingyue walked up to him, half-jokingly, and said, "Not bad! After all these years, I didn't expect you to still be so good!"

As she spoke, she reached out and pinched Jian Xiaohan's waist.

“I’m good at this, and I’m good at that too. Why don’t you try again and give Niannian another little sister?” Jian Xiaohan hugged Fu Mingyue and said with a wicked smile.

Fu Mingyue flicked his forehead. "You're such a chatterbox! Alright, I'm waiting for you in the research lab over there! Let's go!"

She slowly pulled her hand away from Jian Xiaohan, then jogged around the corner and disappeared from sight.

……

And so it is again...

Jian Xiaohan sighed deeply, rubbing his palms to savor the warmth from just now. But at that moment, a man in black who had fainted regained consciousness and raised his head.

He noticed this too; a fleeting tenderness crossed his face, replaced by a chilling ferocity; he raised his foot and stomped down hard…

At the same time, Jian Xiaohan took out his phone and sent a message, and soon a team of bodyguards arrived.

He instructed his bodyguard, "Find out...find out who they are working for."

"Yes..." the lead bodyguard replied.

………………

Meanwhile, in ancient times...

The lead truck carried Pei Nanxing and Pei Yunjing, and under their guidance, it headed towards Aruhan's camp; Old Master Fu sat in the truck behind them, following behind.

Three or four trucks were filled with armored soldiers...