Jiang Jingyi looked at Jiang Zhenqing's slightly pale face and did not smile.
She walked closer step by step. Her footsteps were clearly very gentle, yet they made Jiang Zhenqing, Prince Jing, who had galloped unhindered through a lifetime, feel an inexplicable pressure.
"Eldest Brother, at this point, you are still thinking about reconciliation?" Jiang Jingyi's voice calmed, so calm that not the slightest ripple could be heard.
"I truly never imagined that when our Jiang Imperial Clan faced foreign enemies, you, the eldest legitimate son, would actually choose to join hands with a rebel like Wen Zhou, collude with those petty villains of the Shadow Alliance, and scheme against your own younger sister."
She walked up to Jiang Zhenqing and stared straight at him. Deep in her eyes was disappointment that could hardly be concealed.
There was a saying: when the abyss gazed at you, you were also gazing into the abyss.
Of course, Jiang Jingyi was no abyss.
All along, she had treated her own family with exceptional tolerance.
Even though she clearly knew Prince Jing had never behaved himself in his fief, as the Female Emperor, as the one in power who held the dynasty in her hands, she had only turned a blind eye.
"Now you say we are family again. Isn't it a little too late?"
"Oh... or is it that Your Highness Prince Jing fears I will hold you accountable, fears I will kill you?"
Jiang Zhenqing's face turned ashen. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles faintly whitening.
The surrounding pressure, even though he was a mid-stage Great Ascension Supreme, still made him feel stifled and suffocated when facing the Female Emperor, who was only two minor realms above him.
If they fought head-on, he was absolutely no match for Jiang Jingyi.
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