"Feng'er, what are you doing? He's blocking your way, he must die."
"Shut up." He was so angry that his face turned pale, his body swaying as if he was about to collapse.
"Feng'er." The woman walked over with concern.
He brushed her hand away, looking at her with disgust, a gaze that deeply wounded the woman.
"Feng'er, everything Mother did was for you, how can you not understand her?"
"Ahhhhh...." He clutched his head, screaming madly, the shrill cry piercing, filled with infinite despair and pain.
"Rong Qiuyi, you crazy woman, I spit... Stop spewing your hypocritical claims of doing it for my own good, it only disgusts me, you separated me and my brother for your twisted desires, made us pawns in your hands, husband-killing, child-slaying, seizing the throne, crime after crime, you deserve a thousand deaths."
He approached step by step, the woman shook her head: "Feng'er, anyone can misunderstand Mother, but not you, you cannot...."
