"Queen Mother!"
Such a vicious curse, Kiya would not let the Queen Mother continue speaking. These words were like stabbing daggers into his chest.
He looked at the Queen Mother, only seeing disappointment in his eyes, a profound and unfathomable pain. The mother he loved most had destroyed his love, his happiness.
"Please stop speaking!"
"You won't let me speak, but I insist on speaking! Look at what she's become now? Originally willful and without discipline, not gentle nor obedient, and now even worse.
Look at how she dresses, neither manly nor feminine... in the Imperial Palace, she doesn't even wear Abyanabad attire. She has always been so arrogant and capricious.
Kiya, let me tell you, if you continue to indulge her like this, who knows what trouble she'll cause sooner or later."
"..."
"If she were hit by a car and died, it would be good for everyone!"
"Stop saying that!"
