Ji Qingwu lowered her head as well, pretending she hadn't seen a thing.
Ji Bo Lian lifted his head, a hint of pride in his expression, and continued, "But you can't blame her for that. Her temper is just like mine, after all."
Zhao Mingyan had to admit that in some ways, the father-daughter pair were indeed alike.
Ji Bo Lian sighed again. "I know Your Majesty is magnanimous and has never faulted me for my repeated transgressions. I am willing to go through hell and high water for you, to lay down my life for you."
Zhao Mingyan twirled the porcelain cup in his hands.
'This Mr. Ji was not one for such high-flown, empty words.'
'The real point was coming next.'
"I only hope Your Majesty..." Ji Bo Lian said slowly, "...will show my young daughter a bit more favor and patience."
'Ji Bo Lian knew he couldn't be like an ordinary father, who could simply bring his beloved daughter home if her husband's family was displeased.'
