Storming out of Lie Kong's chamber, the echo of their heated exchange still ringing in her ears, Sui Yan felt a tightness grip her heart.
Her steps were heavy, each one a pronounced punctuation of her rising anger.
She halted, eyes downcast, and her fists clenched so tightly that her knails dug into her palm.
A tremor of rage vibrated through her frame.
'It's always been about Sui Heng, hasn't it? Everyone singing praises about her. But my son, he will not be overshadowed by her grandson. Not this time!'
Her thoughts ran rampant.
'Sure, Sui Heng was mother's golden child, the pride of the clan with her unmatched cultivation. But this... this is my moment. This is my son's moment!'
The words echoed in her mind, a grim determination settling in her spirit.
She wouldn't stand down, not when the stakes were this high.
The family dynamics seemed almost like a sick joke to her now.
