Feng Bailing held her scabbard horizontally in her hand, placing it right in front of Feng Zhanlian.
The blade shimmered with a cold, piercing light, sobering up Feng Zhanlian considerably.
He stammered to his feet.
"Feng Bailing, do you really wish to commit patricide? Your father... is not afraid of you... If you dare to kill me, you'd have to join me in death. And that bastard of yours will never be able to hold their head high again in their life."
The Law of Great Chu was strict; for a daughter to kill her father was a grave crime.
Feng Zhanlian had long known that Feng Bailing was no longer the simple-minded girl she once was.
He dared to cause a scene at Prince Shun's Mansion precisely because he had figured that Feng Bailing would not dare to kill in public.
"You are a subject of Emperor Yongye, the decisions of life and death are for the Emperor to decree. But you do not deserve to be my father, nor do you deserve to drink that cup of tea."
