In Prince Jing's Mansion.
A loud clang echoed through the air as Prince Jing glared at his son in front of him, his heart filled with pain and rage.
"How could you be so heartless? She was your own sister! How could you... how could you be so cruel as to kill her!" Prince Jing's voice was filled with sorrow and regret.
Xia Zhaoshun's gaze was cold and merciless, showing no regret for his actions.
On the contrary, he calmly analyzed, "Pei Jingyi has no advantage in the court, surely Zhaohe must have something on him. If Prince Jing's Mansion falls under his control, then the fate of Prince Jing's Mansion is sealed. We would be quickly destroyed."
"Everything the son does is for the benefit of Prince Jing's Mansion, I hope father can understand my painstaking efforts," Xia Zhaoshun explained with a face both strange and familiar to Prince Jing.
Prince Jing looked at the son who had changed before him, his heart torn, unable to utter a word.
