A heavy silence blanketed the grand hall. Emperor Qiwen radiated an oppressive aura, a biting chill seeming to emanate from his very person, creeping straight into the marrow of everyone present.
Fixating his eyes on Dong Daiying, his gaze was full of utter disgust. "Madam Fu, today your household is holding a funeral, is it not?"
"Your own biological son is dead, yet instead of staying home to mourn, you've come into the palace wearing plain mourning clothes. What is your intention? Could it be you expect me to offer condolences for your family's third son?"
Chapter 544