"Why? Why did you have to be so ruthless?"
Yun Yujin couldn't accept this result. Her eyes reddened with madness as she rushed forward and kept shoving him.
"What exactly am I inferior to her in?"
"My family background, my appearance, my talent—which one am I inferior to her in?"
The Emperor stared coldly at the crazed woman. He remained unmoved, instead revealing a trace of cruel mockery. "Because you're not worthy of being a mother."
"And you're not worthy of comparing yourself to her."
"Not worthy?"
"You actually said I'm not worthy?"
Yun Yujin released him and threw her head back in laughter, but tears slowly slid from the corners of her eyes.
"Hahaha, I, Yun Yujin, have been proud my entire life, yet in the end, you gave me the words 'not worthy'?"
A moment later, she suddenly wiped away all her laughter, snatched the sword from her son's hand, and pointed it ahead, her gaze filled with hatred.
"If that's the case, then why should I keep you around?"
"Today, I'll personally send you to join that slut!"
The Emperor wasn't afraid in the slightest. He looked at the mother and son with disdain. "You're truly birds of a feather. You clearly want power and the throne, yet you always like using these things as excuses."
"That's right. Since I have neither your favor nor your love, why can't I want the throne?"
Yun Yujin had completely given up on him. She advanced with her sword, preparing to end the life of the man before her who had caused her pain and inner conflict for twenty or thirty years.
However...
Crack!
Her sword snapped in two, and the tip fell to the ground.
Su Qiao swung the gleaming golden sword in her hand and stood lazily before