"Xiaoran, without the support of the Ducal Residence, only mother and son are left. How many of your people remain? How are we to oppose them? It is undoubtedly like throwing an egg against a rock."
A fierce light flashed in King Jin's eyes, and he sneered coldly, "Does the Empress wish for this son to continue enduring? Mother, they are plotting to usurp the throne. Once they succeed, they will certainly not spare our lives." He shook his head softly, "Even if I die, I refuse to be a slave of a ruined nation, nor will I be an accomplice to traitors. This world belongs to the Emperor, we are not alone and helpless; we still have the Emperor, Father!"
The worry on the Empress's face grew even more intense, for who better understood than herself what Jin Moning meant to her?
She was nothing but a tool used by Jin Moning; invaluable when useful, hence she is the Empress. But once she becomes useless, the first to wish her dead would be the Emperor himself.
