บท 1183: My gentle tyrant (61)

This scene was too challenging to his understanding.

Father Qin had also seen Ji Rong before. At a Grand banquet, father Qin, who was sitting at the end of the table, had once secretly sized up this Emperor.

Even if it was just a glimpse, this extremely young Emperor had left an extremely deep impression on father Qin, so deep that he would never forget him in his life.

Sinister, ruthless, and temperamental.

And ... Her beauty could topple a country.

That's right, as a King, Ji Rong's appearance was too stunning. He didn't even look like a king. Instead, he looked more like a beauty who would be toyed with by the king.

Now, this tyrannical and impermanent Emperor was actually lowering himself in front of him, just for his daughter.

At this moment, father Qin was glad that he didn't have any mental illness. Otherwise, his mental illness would definitely act up at this moment.

“..”

Ji Rong was still holding the cup of tea in her hand.