"Fuxi Palace Master, today I shall settle the scores between us and avenge Wenyuan's death!"
Xie Jianyu chuckled.
Exhausted from months of emotional turmoil during pregnancy and the ordeal of childbirth, Xie Jianyu found the age-old accusation tiresome. It no longer held any power over him. Zhang Fengxi's words simply washed over him, unheard.
In fact, he was more interested in taking a jab at the old wolf, Liu Yichen.
"Grand Chancellor Liu, are you so impatient to sit on the Dragon Throne? My father's body barely turned cold, and here you are, standing outside my palace to claim my head."
"Shut up!" Grand Chancellor Liu shouted through gritted teeth. "Someone like you does not deserve to sit on the Dragon Throne! Because of you, my Wenyuan... My Wenyuan..."
"Hahaha..."
Xie Jianyu broke into booming laughter.
