"You were born without a mother, yet you managed to grow up just fine, did you not?"
"Why is it that when it comes to your own child, you suddenly become emotional, you suddenly become weak?"
"No! This is different!"
Ye Hanlian took a deep breath, struggling to rebut:
"Rare Jade, when you were young, we used to call each another 'brother and sister'."
"Now you are the Young Emperor, occupying the highest position among the younger generation."
"I respect and admire you. But please do not interfere with my choices."
"Hehe... Choices?"
Ye Qiyu unfolded his crossed legs, flicking his fingers and the air in front of him turned into a blade, piercing Ye Hanlian's shoulder.
Ye Hanlian, who bit her lip and endured the pain, didn't dare to move. She let her blood flow, staining half of her clothes red.
"Qiyu, have you gone too far?"
Ye Lingwu suddenly spoke, her cold voice containing a trace of doubt.
"Roar!"