Embracing her, he once again caressed her face, his voice completely hoarse.
"They say that the enmity of a murdered father cannot coexist under the same sky, but my hatred for Quan Shiheng is hundreds, thousands of times heavier than that... Zhan Xiaoyao, I wasn't born calculating and scheming. I, too, have lived carefree, I had a warm home, a strict father, a gentle mother, and loving brothers and sisters. My home was once the happiest place in the world... but Quan Shiheng destroyed it so easily. When my parents died, I was only nine years old. I hid under the desk and watched, wide-eyed as he humiliated my mother. Before my mother died, she looked deeply into my eyes. I knew what she wanted to say to me... She wanted me to never forget my hatred... That's why, Zhan Xiaoyao, I once swore that I would get back everything Quan Shiheng inflicted upon me, at any cost... any..."
"Does this 'any' include me too?"
His heart clenched, and Emperor Quan reflexively touched his pocket.
