Did the Scumbag Forget His Roots After He Ascended the Throne? Your Majesty, Please Abdicate.

When Ji Lingqing returned to Sheng'an City for the first time, she originally wanted to succeed her father and become the King of Yan. But there are always demons and monsters, and disfigurement and assassinations follow one after another. When she was covered in blood and returned to Sheng'an, her true identity was revealed. She was the son of the Quetian family of Jiuchong Palace. The person sitting in the hall was none other than her scumbag father who demoted his wife as a concubine and refused to save her. Come on, King Yan won't do it anymore. Shed the blood of the Tian family and become a princess? Prince? Unimportant. If you want to do it, be the emperor with all the power in the world. Lingqing, Lingqing, Qing person, official. In the eighth year of Yuanyao's reign, she braved the snow and returned to Sheng'an. In the first year of Zhaoding's reign, she sat high on the throne. Ji Lingqing recalls the past with no regrets. But thank you. Do you regret meeting me? When I first met Ji Lingqing after saying my thanks, they were both in a state of embarrassment as they traveled through the wind and snow. When I saw her again, she was a royal daughter who was ridiculed. However, she was dressed in a purple dress, and her figure was gorgeous and graceful. He is the proud son of Sheng'an City. He is dressed in brocade clothes, magnificent and handsome. No one is around The wanton and flamboyant boy blushed rarely, turned his head and said harshly: "You should give up, we have no... Destiny." Ji Lingqing raised her eyes in surprise: "Mr. Lang is too worried." "You!" He thanked her with disbelief, eyes widening. Later... Ji Lingqing stood with her hands behind her hands: "I will let you go free." He thanked her with tears in his eyes and his neck: "No, I don't want it! We should be entangled for eternity." He burst into tears, "Please, please, have mercy on me." He watched her ascend to the ninth heaven step by step. At the foot of the stairs, his father's blood has not yet dried up. Looking back at dusk, the girl covered in wind and snow, as noble as jade, burst into his eyes.