"When Jingyao opposed Zhuo Yuwei back then, it was out of necessity. But what about you? You're being foolish!" He Yirong sneered, "You think you're being cunning? Others think you're a fool! The He Family has stood strong for so many years precisely because we never overly engage in politics! Yet you, you went and pledged loyalty to Zhuo Yuwei! Ha, I, He Yirong, actually have someone as stupid as you..."
He paused, swallowing the last two words.
It's unclear whether he meant "son" or "brother."
He Yizheng laughed mockingly, "After all this talking, you still regret that He Jingyao isn't your son, isn't that right?"
"Shut up!" He Yirong said coldly.
"Unfortunately, I am your blood, but He Jingyao is not." He Yizheng's smile was tinged with cruel malice, "Besides, regardless of whether he acted out of necessity or some other reason, didn't what he did seem equally foolish in your eyes at the end?"
