I Quit Fighting for Favor: The Tyrant Is My Ancestor

I danced all night in the bitter cold. At last I managed to cross paths with the emperor and land what I thought was an invitation to his bed. I was almost weeping with joy when floating comments appeared in midair.

[That little cannon fodder dances like an eighty-year-old on an acupressure mat.]

[The tyrant just killed someone. His blade’s still dripping blood! Run, you idiot!]

[He’s not here to sleep with you. He found out you’re a time traveler. He’s here to take your head!]

The tyrant came closer, step by step. I shook so hard my knees gave way.

[Holy crap. This unlucky extra is actually the tyrant’s direct descendant! The heroine had her system bring the girl here from the future so he’d kill her himself. His breakdown later is going to be brutal.]

[Our heroine really knows how to hurt someone. What a twist!]

I shuffled forward on my knees and clung to the tyrant’s calf with both hands. Then I started reciting the family genealogy from its very first word.

The murderous look on his face slowly gave way to bewilderment.

“Waaah… Grandpa! So the family records weren’t lying. The Li family really did have an emperor! I’m your granddaughter from five hundred years in the future. My name is Li Baozhu!”