The tension between Prime Minister Xuan and his estranged daughter, Xuan Cheng, was thick enough to cut with a knife.
In the Imperial court, their gazes locked with a seething intensity. Xuan Cheng's icy disregard for her father's authority clashed with his simmering resentment.
Every word exchanged was laced with bitterness, and the air itself seemed to crackle with their unresolved conflict.
The courtiers observed in hushed silence, feeling the palpable hostility that hung between them like an unspoken challenge.
"That's so great, not only you don't address me as your father but you are also accusing me of something that happened twenty years ago." Prime Minister Xuan's voice thundered in the court.
"Your Majesty shall bear my witness, I came here only to get rid of the rotten vegetables and sticky eggs that have tainted the walls of my mansion." She turned to the emperor and pleaded.
