Jiang City, Su Clan.
Su Qingyang slammed the letter in his hand onto the table and gritted his teeth. "Damn Ji Ruxue! How dare she treat a legitimate daughter of the Su Clan like this?!"
He then turned to Su Zhengyang, who still showed no change in expression, and said discontentedly, "Big brother, your daughter is about to be secretly executed. Aren't you worried at all?"
Watching Su Qingyang pace back and forth through the room, Su Zhengyang rebuked him unhappily. "Qingyang, how many times have I told you? Stay calm when trouble comes. What kind of behavior is this, rushing about in such a panic?"
"But Wan'er is my niece! She's about to be executed—how can I not be worried?" Su Qingyang strode quickly to Su Zhengyang's side and demanded anxiously.
"Wan'er has been unruly since childhood. From the day she married into the Imperial Harem, I foresaw this day. Fortunately, the Su Clan wasn't implicated this time."
"Gege, are you really this cold-blooded? That's your daughter!"
Su Qingyang seized Su Zhengyang by the shoulders and shook him forcefully, disbelief written all over his face.
Perhaps tired of his younger brother's pestering, Su Zhengyang shoved him away. His gaze turned vicious, and he no longer bore that gentle and refined appearance from before.
"Then what do you want me to do? Charge into the Imperial City and fight the Empress to the death? Can you beat her, or can I?"
"Or do you think that just because our ancestor's cultivation is higher than the Empress's, we're safe?"
"Isn't that the case?" Su Qingyang retorted instinctively.
Hearing such an idiotic question, Su Zhengyang truly wondered whether their father had switched children at birth. How was he so steady, while his younger brother was like a blockheaded oaf?
"Of course not!