After his laughter subsided, Qin Kun began to vent his anger, "It was to no avail that I supported your accession to the throne when you were just ten. Now that you've grown up, have your wings hardened? You dare to bite the hand that feeds you. What do you think of yourself? Do you believe that, with that unsightly creature supporting you, you can secure your reign? Hmph, without me, Dajin will eventually fall."
The Emperor listened to Qin Kun's words from beginning to end, his face stern, as if he were observing a stray dog.
He wouldn't be able to talk for much longer.
