That night, the sleeping Emperor dreamt of a fiery red fox.
He thought the fox's fur was nice and wanted to hunt it for its pelt.
But just as he was about to draw his bow, the fiery red fox transformed into a little girl.
The little girl wore her hair in two buns, her eyes sparkling, looking charming and adorable.
The Emperor felt she looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before?
Suddenly, he recalled the cause of the New Emperor of the previous dynasty's death.
It was because of two girls, and one of them was the little girl transformed from the fiery red fox before him.
"It's you? The girl from that day!"
"It seems you've remembered, which is good. This way, I don't have to waste words," the Fox Immortal said.
"Fox Immortal?"
"Today, you are this mortal Emperor because of me, the Fox Immortal. Remember, the day you act wantonly and autocratically, heartless and cruel, will be the day of your death."
