First, Zhao Fu did not seem to be speaking in the tone of a subject, but in the tone of the ruler of Great Qin.
Moreover, the mature woman had just called the Great Qin Imperial Prince cruel and tyrannical, yet he now said that he was indeed cruel and tyrannical—but not toward his own people, only toward enemies and those who refused to submit.
At that thought, everyone's hearts suddenly sank as they thought of a terrifying possibility, one so unbelievable that even they could not accept it: the person before them was the Great Qin Imperial Prince, the ruler of all Great Qin, and the one with the highest authority in Great Qin.
The mature woman was shaken to her core, as if monstrous waves had risen in her heart. Staring wide-eyed at Zhao Fu, she asked, "You are the Great Qin Imperial Prince?"
The corners of Zhao Fu's lips lifted into a faint smile. Looking at the mature woman before him, he said, "That's right! I am the lustful Great Qin Imperial Prince you spoke of, and also the one who killed your father and seized your mother and lover."
Since her lover had been sent to Great Qin's imperial harem alongside her mother, she should also have been a woman, and one of no small beauty. No wonder she loathed men so deeply, and all the disciples she had brought were female disciples.
Upon hearing Zhao Fu's words, fury immediately ignited in the mature woman's eyes. Her fists clenched tightly, and she somewhat wanted to seek vengeance. Yet in the end, she did not make a move.
First, she was no match for Zhao Fu. Second, her mother and lover were in his hands. Finally, she remembered the six years she had spent cultivating Zen, and