Tang Yue casually leaned forward and lifted the chin of her father, the King, with her long nail. "I am sorry to disappoint you, father. Ha Ha Ha Ha!" Her evil laughter rang loudly amidst the deafening ominous silence.
"I know things would probably work out better for you if I were the same helpless person you once knew. As you can see, that is not true. Tsk. Tsk. What a pity. That too, you guys had such a beautiful story concocted about me."
The king's eyes narrowed at Tang Yue's words, his anger and frustration clear on his face. "You think you can just waltz in here and take over, do you?" he spat out. "You have no idea what you're dealing with. You may have grown stronger, but I am still the king, and I will not be challenged by my own daughter."