Long Tianjin reclined on his golden throne, his face resting on his clenched fist.
His golden eyes swept coldly over Qianyao and Qingyi before his lips parted in a sigh.
"Did you sleep with my daughter?" Tianjin inquired.
"Yes." Qingyi nodded, without a hint of fear in his voice.
Tianjin did not react to that answer, only turning his gaze to his daughter. "Do you love him?"
"I..." Qianyao hesitated for a brief moment, looking away. "I think I do, dad..." She replied, her cheeks slightly reddened and her voice trembling.
"Hm..." Tianjin scratched his chin, closing his eyes for a brief moment.
No one there could guess what was going on in his ancient mind.
"Everyone, except Long Qingyi, leave."
"Patriarch, I..." The elder tried to raise his voice.
"Now." Tianjin interrupted him, rising from the golden throne, his voice cold and calm.
In the blink of an eye, the throne room was empty. Not even Tianjin's personal guards remained.
