Song Zhiqing's heart raced.
Evidence or no evidence, in other words, he wouldn't care about any evidence; he simply wanted to kill him, that was all.
His breathing quickened, and his voice carried a hint of defiance: "Why? Just because we are not siblings from the same mother, is that why I am a thorn in your side?"
"Why?" Song Zhiyuan laughed and said, "Third Brother, in just a few years, you've risen to the Fifth Rank and secured a lucrative outdoor position, what do you think you relied on? Is it your outstanding political achievements, or that you have a high-ranking, influential elder brother? Aren't you aware of it?"
Song Zhiqing's face burned, his eyes holding a trace of humiliation.
