The Hall of Supreme Harmony, in the capital.
Ling Yi wore an amused look as he approached Chu Qinghuang, step by step, where she sat on the dragon throne. When he reached her, he reached out and lifted her chin.
“I’ll give you one last chance. Submit to me. Otherwise, hehehe.” Ling Yi threatened her with a wicked grin.
Chu Qinghuang’s face was set with resolve.
“You’re not worthy! I am the ruler of this nation. I will never submit to you.”
Looking at Chu Qinghuang in her imperial dragon robes and crown, her face stubbornly defiant, Ling Yi laughed even louder.
The allure of a woman in uniform. I like her even more now, nya!
“Put your hair up! I said, put your hair up!”
Reading this kind of book is a waste of time