The Royal Court of the Zheng Empire fell into a tense silence as Yang Ning stepped forward, her eyes cold and calculating. Before her stood Yang Luoyang, the man who had claimed to be her father, now cornered by the damning evidence of his treachery.
"Minister Yang," Yang Ning's voice cut through the hall like a blade of ice, "the court awaits your explanation. How do you respond to these accusations of embezzlement and treason against the empire you swore to serve?"
Yang Luoyang's face twisted with rage, his composure crumbling under the weight of his exposed crimes. "You dare question me, you ungrateful child? After everything I've done for you, after raising you to this position of power, you stand there and accuse me?"
