Dongfang Cheng winced in pain and quickly withdrew his hand.
Yet even so, the back and the palm of his hand were split open.
"Mother, what are you doing?"
Dongfang Cheng said in annoyance.
"I've told you many times, I can make you the Crown Prince, and I can also destroy you with my own hands."
The Empress nonchalantly brushed her hair aside.
When Dongfang Cheng looked again, there were no thorns in sight, but the scars still lingered on the back of his hand.
Could it be that everything that just happened was an illusion?
This woman, she must have tampered with the Wooden Holy Seal.
Had he known this would happen, he should not have returned the Wooden Holy Seal to her.
Dongfang Cheng put on a smiling face.
"Mother, you misunderstand me. I did not mean to offend you. It's just that I haven't seen you for so long and I miss you. Look, although I have other women, each one of them resembles you a bit. Marrying them is merely a substitution for you."
