The ethereal figure of Rong Miaoyan flashed before her eyes, tears welled up in her eyes, and finally fell down.
The days Cheng Yu left were short, yet his voice, demeanor, and smile were still vivid before her eyes.
That day, Rong Jing clearly promised her to release Cheng Yu, yet what she waited for in the Yonghua Palace was a lifeless corpse.
This man was an emperor without a heart.
Rong Jing looked calmly at the tearfulness in Rong Miaoyan's eyes, then suddenly, the corners of his lips formed a gentle smile.
At least he has a daughter who is proud enough... who knows how to hide her hatred, cruel and merciless enough.
This drug was chosen well, it hurt, hurt so clearly that it kept him particularly sober and rational, only too bitter.
But... this alone was not enough.
Rong Jing was aware he was not a qualified ruler.
He knew the grand principles spoken by the civil and military officials, yet he just did not want to follow them.
