"Let me tell you, I absolutely disagree!" The Emperor, almost fifty, was still full of energy. At this moment, he was glaring at Tianmiao with puffed cheeks. The Emperor wasn't bad-looking, just a bit short. Thankfully, the Princes and Princesses didn't inherit his height thanks to the concubines' superior genes, which perfectly compensated for his shortcomings.
To say "a bit short" is an understatement. He was just shy of five feet tall, which in today's units is only about 165 centimeters.
The Emperor may be skinny and short, but his spirit and energy were impeccable. He spoke with full gusto.
"Father, I haven't said anything yet." Tianmiao said helplessly.
"I know what you want to say. Sit down first." The Emperor pointed to a chair, indicating Tianmiao should sit down. Having traveled a long way to see him, she must be exhausted. Despite his grumpy tone, he couldn't bear to tire his daughter out.
