Prince Jin looked ahead, not far away, at the King of Western Xia walking into the courtyard.
He smiled indulgently.
"Fengfeng, you mustn't be disrespectful. Let your Imperial Uncle choose first!"
Hai Feng was somewhat unhappy and, disregarding her father's obstruction, ran after the King of Western Xia.
She asked in a coquettish voice.
"Imperial Uncle, I want... I want..."
While speaking, she glanced around.
The King of Western Xia had a kind expression and smilingly asked her.
"What's wrong, Fengfeng?"
The King of Western Xia was slightly overweight; although he was similar in stature to Prince Jin, his plumpness made his facial angles much softer.
Moreover, his hair on the top of his head was gone, leaving only a dense circle at the back.
Coupled with his thick and plentiful beard, he looked somewhat comical.
So he didn't appear intimidating.
Fengfeng wasn't afraid of him either, and after looking at him for a while, she pouted playfully.
