Theresa's face was deathly pale as she muttered something incomprehensible.
"No one has wanted to be loyal to the Royal Family since your father's bloody coup ten years ago. Your father is dead, do you really believe he died of illness? How old was he? Prince Clive, your uncle, is still living well, yet he died."
Xia Huangyu approached step by step, "I'll tell you, your father committed suicide, he was driven to his death. If he hadn't died, the Galaxy Empire would have erupted into flames, and it would have instantly fragmented, with the Mecklenburg Family's decrees never leaving the Capital Star. So he had to pay for his crimes with his life, just like the Old Marshal did. And you're still living in a dream!"
"You, you, you..." Theresa could no longer articulate a complete sentence.
