"What did you say?"
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Guozhang was overwhelmed with rage and hurled the teacup onto Zhao Chunyuan.
If it weren't for the fact that his daughter was the Empress of the Central Palace, he would have smashed the cup directly onto her face.
In the patriarchal society of Goryeo, Zhao Chunyuan's defiance against her father was simply an unforgivable betrayal.
"I said, this time, I will make my own destiny!"
Zhao Chunyuan straightened her posture, picked up the teacup, and took a sip with deliberate slowness.
In the bedchamber, from the incense burner, wisps of white smoke curled up.
The precious calming incense failed to soothe Zhao Guozhang's anger as he watched his rebellious daughter, his face flushing with fury.
However, the pressing matter was not to deal with his daughter but to kill everyone who knew of her feigned pregnancy.
