The Emperor snorted coldly, rose, and paced a few steps in the hall, then his gaze returned to her: "Lady Xue, I am not someone who cannot tolerate others, but over the years, your father Xue Ping has never once restrained his ambition. Time and again, I have given him chances, time and again, I have warned him, but he never restrained himself, always dreaming of having a son born from the Xue family become a prince, holding the young emperor hostage to command the ministers, can you say you knew nothing of this?"
Xue Wanjun's face turned deathly pale instantly, lowering her head in panic, not daring to meet that awe-inspiring gaze.
The Emperor continued to stare at her: "Do you know why the Xue family was exterminated to the ninth degree? Not because your father played tricks with power, but because he harbored the Rebel Prince's private soldiers, with clear intent to rebel! With such a 'good father', how dare I make you my Empress?"
