"Zhou Tong is just a dog, a lackey."
The Tianhai Divine Empress gazed at Chen Changsheng with an indifferent expression. "While you are my son. Even if you're about to die, even if your death will be by my own hands, even if you can only live for one more day, as long as you are still alive, you will be more important than him by one thousand times, ten thousand times. If you do not even understand this, what right do you have to be my son?"
Chen Changsheng recalled that Prince Chen Liu had said almost identical words in the carriage. He was not deeply moved by these words, only feeling them somewhat strange, out of line with his understanding of the world. _Since you plan to heartlessly kill me in cold blood, why do you still care about whether or not I have the right to be your son?_
He didn't know what to say, so he once more fell silent.
The Tianhai Divine Empress extended a hand to caress his face.
