In the dream, Chu Xijin watched helplessly as his father gripped the neck of his mother, the whites of his eyes filled with red streaks, his state manic, looking like he was about to execute the empress, "I ask you one last time, where is the Crown Prince!"
The woman's slender neck was held by the man's large hand, yet her mouth curled into a mocking smile, looking at him with eyes full of derision, "You won't find him. My child, he's only five years old, he should be just a child! Since you don't want him, I'll let him be a child and not a political tool!"
Her voice had already become hoarse and harsh, her complexion turned from pale to blue, yet she showed no sign of pleading for help, just her eyes revealed unbridled hatred, if she could, she would rather kill him!
Watching this scene, Chu Xijin was desperately circling, continuously shouting at his father, hoping he would stop, wanting to remind himself to think of a way, yet his eyelids were heavy, his mind unable to turn.
