Chapter 1163: My Gentle Tyrant (45)

The slightly cool fingertips touched the skin, trembling slightly.
The tingling was only a moment.
Layers of veils concealed the beauty and silence in the boundless night.
...
Ji Rong woke up very early.
He opened his eyes and looked at the people around him as soon as he opened his eyes, his eyes touched the familiar face.
She is still there.
This was a little relieved.
Staring at the woman's beautiful and quiet sleeping face, Ji Rong gradually lost her mind.
The emotion flashed in his eyes.
A moment of confusion.
It seems that he hasn't had a headache for a long time, or that, since entering the modern world, he hasn't had any more illnesses at all, and he hasn't wanted to kill anymore.
He seems to be gradually becoming a normal person.
But Ji Rong knew that it was just appearance.
How can a person who is rotten to the bones deserve to have light again?
As the heir of the Ji Dynasty.
When the first emperor reigned, Ji Rong at that time was not the tyrannical king today, but the lauded Prince Yuan Xian, full of economics, martial arts, and handsome young man. Almost everyone thought he would be in the future. A wise monarch.
then.
The fifteen-year-old prince Yuan Xian, who led the army to conquer Xiliang, returned from a big victory, the young man with fresh clothes and rage, full of outstanding achievements, should have returned in glory to welcome his era.
But I don’t know why.
The young prince, on the night when he returned from victory, slaughtered.
The generals and companions who fought side by side died under his hands one by one, and the warm blood stained the young white jade-like hands.
It seems that everything has changed since this day.
The glory faded away.
The original hero became a sinner.
His temperament has also changed from being gentle and pure to the tyrannical and murderous now.
...
Ji Rong's eyelashes were drooping, and the corners of Yin Hong's lips pulled out a mocking arc.
No one knows why his temperament changed drastically.
Because everyone who knows is dead.
No one believed that it was his good father who sent someone to give him drugs that confused his mind, which caused him to kill him like a beast, going crazy.
One of his companions died in his hands.
The blood stained the sky that night.
Among them are his playmates from childhood to adulthood, the young man who said that he will become a general to assist him when he takes office; there are also his teachers, teachers who teach him the art of the emperor and the way of man; there are also...
But they all died in his hands.
Until now, he seemed to be able to feel the warmth on his hands.
That is, blood...
During that time, Ji Rong was confused and mad and didn't know how he came here.
In a day's time.
Half awake, half crazy.
It was an accident to discover that his biological father had prescribed the medicine.
Ji Rong couldn't think that the reason why his good father gave him medicine was because he was afraid that his merit would be overwhelming, and the prestige among the people would surpass his father.
That's why he deliberately planned such a plan to ruin Ji Rong.
When he knew all this, Ji Rong almost burst into tears.
That's why it's so ridiculous.
His hands were covered with the blood of his comrades, companions, and mentors.
What the old emperor didn't expect was that Ji Rong would kill him so straightforwardly.
Personally, kill the king.
Risk the world.
...
He was pulled into the abyss by his own father, and was struggling in the mud and unable to break free.
The headache is getting worse every day.