The tables were overturned, food remnants and shattered dishes lay on the ground, the curtains were ripped off, and the room looked like a mess left in the wake of a hurricane.
"Sultan!" The four bodyguards bowed to Kiya in respect.
The bodyguard with a cut on his arm, courtesy of the Queen Mother, shamefully said, "Sultan, the Queen Mother is emotionally unstable right now. Please leave, I fear the Queen Mother might..."
The Queen Mother shouted, "What are you afraid of? I carried him for ten months, I might be harsh on myself, but I'd never be harsh on him!"
"..."
Through gritted teeth, the Queen Mother said, "If only I could be a bit harsher on him, I wouldn't have ended up like this."
"..."
"Truly, what a good son I have, after planning for your benefit my whole life, in the end, you lock me up in this godforsaken place.
Kiya, is this how you treat your own mother? You're truly disappointing."
Kiya waved his hand and said, "Everyone, leave."
