"Wrong about what? I'm not joking. I'm leaving because Huangfu Haoyue would only use me to stabilize his new regime and eliminate his dissenters. I'm just a trash can to him. Once it's full, the can is useless—an eyesore. It'll either be burned to ashes or tossed far, far away," Wei Feng said with a bitter laugh, his eyes full of self-mockery.
"If you're gone, then me staying in the Imperial Capital is a dead end, isn't it? Am I even your real son?" Wei Ziting grumbled, a wronged look on his face.
"Bullshit!" Wei Feng roared in fury. "It's precisely because you are my son—my only son, at that! If you don't stay in the Imperial Capital, how could he possibly be assured enough to spare the Wei Family?"
"So you're leaving me here in the Imperial Capital to be a hostage!" Wei Ziting fumed. "And you have the nerve to say I'm your son? Is this any way to treat your own flesh and blood?"
