My gentle tyrant (15)_1

Ji Rong pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as he stepped in, he stopped and frowned imperceptibly. Lai Fu, who was following behind him, asked carefully, ""Your Majesty?"

Ji Rong slightly raised her hand.

His voice was extremely indifferent.

"You can leave."

Lai Fu did not doubt him. He twisted his waist and left. this servant will take his leave.

Ji Rong raised her eyes, her gaze swept across the room a few times, and finally fixed on a certain place.

His eyes were dark and deep.

The corners of Yin Hong's lips pulled up into a mocking arc.

Ji Rong picked up the long sword hanging on the shelf, held it in her hand, and slowly walked toward the screen.

Few people knew.

The current Emperor of the Ji dynasty, Ji Rong, was not only knowledgeable, but also had unparalleled martial arts. He should have been a talented and wise ruler, but he didn't know why he had become like this.