Song Qizheng felt a surge of murderous intent rise from within his body.
The rage from suddenly learning the truth, and the guilt and fear from so many years ago, fanned by He Kuan's words, made the person before him seem like the true instigator of it all, driving him to the point where he wanted nothing more than to kill him on the spot.
Song Qizheng gripped the hilt of his sword tightly at his waist.
Seeing Song Qizheng's distorted face, He Kuan continued, "When the first madam passed away, she must have felt relieved to leave a fool like you. I still remember how she looked when she was being laid to rest, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, which is why you flew into a rage after glancing at the coffin."
"What did you feel when you saw your eldest legitimate son? Only you, the National Guardian General, know. Watching him grow more formidable, weren't you filled with pride and honor? No, it was anger and fear. What if he wasn't your son?"
