"I don't understand, dear. What are you trying to say?" the tribal empress said.
"Do you not understand, or are you trying to say you can't? I have now understood all your schemes. You've been pressuring me about Sylvia, insisting I not make her crown princess when you clearly know she's worthy. And now, you didn't even hesitate to tarnish your own daughter's reputation. Is this what you call being a mother?" the emperor roared in anger.
"So you know everything? Who told you? Sylvia? Your dear princess? I knew it was only her. She's the one trying to take my empress position," the empress said, acting like a madwoman.
"You truly have lost it, Empress. You're so blinded by your position that you can't even see she's your daughter. If we don't have a son, we will eventually make our daughter the heir. But you've stooped so low, it's unbelievable."
"Now you've left me with only one choice," the emperor said, placing his hands behind his back.
