Xue Pin looked at him, her gaze sharp as a sword, "What's the matter? You don't dare to follow through with your own words? If you want to do great things, you can't avoid making sacrifices!"
"Mother, that's the Emperor! Your son was only speaking out of extreme anger earlier..."
"Speaking out of extreme anger? I don't think so! Perhaps, you have long harbored such thoughts, haven't you? You are my son; how could I not know what's on your mind?"
Xue Pin stared straight at him, not letting him off the hook.
Fu Yuanfeng felt a tingling on his scalp from her scrutiny; he suddenly wondered if his mother had lost her mind?
In truth, when he spoke of killing the Emperor, wasn't he himself out of his mind?
