What's wrong with having a large harem if you're the emperor of the ninja world?

And the twenty-four Uchiha instructors who moved among them like black phantoms.

A chilling murderous aura once again filled the air.

It is more concise and more compelling than before.

The palace's training grounds had now become the epicenter of a destructive storm.

"It's almost here, almost here... Konoha will soon be history!"

A cold, confident smile curled at the corners of Di Yan's mouth.

Konoha?

Hokage?

The Ninja World?

Among his eight hundred elite soldiers and the Uchiha Blade.

They will all eventually be crushed and incorporated into the map of his unified empire!

.......

7. The story of a lonely man and woman with Uchiha Mikoto.

They left the training ground, which was filled with the aura of iron and blood.

Emperor Yan returned to the depths of the palace, to his luxurious private chambers.

It was completely different from the somber atmosphere outside.

It's warm and filled with the aroma of incense.

It carries a lazy and enchanting atmosphere.

His gaze was instantly drawn to the figure sitting by the bed.

She was a beautiful woman with a gentle and graceful demeanor.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, with a few stray strands falling across her smooth forehead.

Her skin was like the finest white porcelain.

It's so delicate that you can't see a single flaw.

Her features were so exquisite, like those depicted in a meticulous painting, yet a faint, unyielding sorrow lingered between her brows.

It seemed to carry too many heavy burdens in its heart.

She was wearing a loose-fitting, light-colored, close-fitting kimono.

The fabric softly outlines the curves of a mature and graceful figure, exuding a restrained yet alluring charm.

At that moment, she was looking down.

Her slender fingers deftly threaded the needle.

She was carefully tailoring a dark robe, clearly intended for a young man.

That focused expression carried a maternal tenderness.

Yet it also carried a subtle, almost imperceptible sadness.

Uchiha Mikoto.

Former wife of the Uchiha clan leader!

As Di Yan's footsteps sounded, Mikoto raised her head like a startled fawn.

Upon seeing it was him, she quickly put down her needlework.

She stood up somewhat flusteredly.

With hands folded in front of the body, knees slightly bent in a gesture of respect.

Her posture was elegant, yet carried a habitual submissiveness:

"His Majesty."

Di Yan strode forward and reached out to help.

He then pulled her soft body into his arms.

The movements were as natural as if they had been done a thousand times.

He lowered his head, his nose almost touching her faintly fragrant hair, his voice deliberately soft:

"Mikoto, what are you thinking about again? You look so worried."

His fingers gently traced her slightly furrowed brow.

Mikoto nestled in his arms, her body stiffening for a moment.

Then it softened, as if resigned to its fate.

She raised her still beautiful but sorrowful eyes and looked at Di Yan's young and handsome face.

His voice trembled with barely suppressed sorrow.

"I...I'm worried about Sasuke."

"Ever since he... defected from Konoha and went with Orochimaru, there has been no news of him."

"He's so young, I wonder how much hardship he's endured outside..."

At the end of her words, her voice choked.

Her eyes were slightly red.

As a mother.

Her deepest and most unbearable pain was her worry for her son.

A subtle, calculating glint flashed in Di Yan's eyes, but he maintained a gentle and considerate demeanor on the surface.

He gently patted Mikoto's back and comforted her with kind words:

"Don't worry, Mikoto. I have spies around Orochimaru."

"Sasuke is fine, he's doing well and is receiving the power."

"When he becomes strong enough, he will naturally return to your side."

His words carried an unquestionable certainty.

This temporarily calmed Mikoto's anxious heart.

Upon hearing this, Mikoto's tense body relaxed slightly, and she softly hummed in agreement.

She buried her face in his broad chest.

It was as if they were drawing on a sliver of illusory security.

However, she soon noticed that Di Yan's arms, which were holding her, began to wander.

With a clear purpose, warm hands slowly moved over her slender waist and soft back.

Mikoto's body trembled involuntarily.

A blush rose to her cheeks.

With a mix of embarrassment and helplessness, she gently slapped Di Yan's restless hand:

"Your Majesty! You're already the emperor, how... how can you still be the same as before..."

"At that time?"

Instead of restraining himself, Di Yan tightened his grip on his arm.

He hugged her even tighter.

He even lowered his head and breathed hot air into her ear, asking knowingly, "When are you referring to, Mikoto-nee?"

Mikoto's face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple.

Even the roots of her ears turned crimson.

She lowered her head shyly, her voice barely audible, carrying a strong sense of reproach and a complex, indescribable emotion:

"Just like when you stayed at my house... you were just as unruly!"

“Even…even…”

She was too ashamed to say what came next.

The memory of that night was etched deep into her soul like a brand.

Di Yan's lips curled into a wicked and smug smile.

He certainly knew what Misaka was referring to.

That dark and stormy night that completely changed their relationship.

My thoughts were instantly pulled back to many years ago.

He transmigrated from another time, and his identity is awkward.

His mother, a maid of humble birth, died shortly after giving birth to him.

He was left behind as the son least favored by the eldest son.

In the cold and impersonal mansion of the daimyo, he was like a transparent person.

Di Yan, being a time traveler, knew this.

Opportunities don't fall into the laps of those who are unprepared.

To gain power and change his destiny, he had to take the initiative.

Therefore, he volunteered to go to Konoha to "learn".

The eldest son was eager for this troublesome son to get lost, so he naturally agreed.

The Konoha leadership was extremely respectful and accommodating to the visit of the daimyo's son, and accorded him the highest level of hospitality.

However, Di Yan made an unexpected request... to stay at the home of Uchiha Fugaku, the head of the Uchiha clan.

In order to curry favor with the daimyo, Uchiha Fugaku readily agreed.

And so, Di Yan moved into the Uchiha clan's territory.

During the day, he became acquainted with Kurenai Yuhi, Obito, Kakashi, and others at the Ninja Academy.

They maintained the outward appearance of being aristocratic children.

That evening, he returned to the mansion filled with the secrets of the Sharingan.

Later, war broke out.

Kakashi, Obito, Kurenai Yuhi, and other peers were sent to the battlefield.

And he, the son of such a "noble" name, was naturally kept under strict protection in the rear.

Subsequently, Fugaku Uchiha also took his eldest son Itachi to the battlefield.

The once grand Uchiha clan head's mansion is now only occupied by the mistress Mikoto and young Sasuke...

And him, a restless and treacherous teenager.

This is an opportunity!

Di Yan's goal has never changed... Sharingan!

Uchiha's bloodline limit!

But at that time, he was completely powerless.