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Upon hearing Yang Luoyang's bold suggestion, Zheng Xiang's expression darkened, and he set down the cup of tea he had been drinking. He gazed at the man before him and spoke with indifference, his tone now cold and distant. "Minister Yang, I once believed you to be a responsible minister who served the royal court and His Majesty. However, your words suggest otherwise."
"You're criticizing your own daughter in front of me. Instead of supporting her, you're here speaking ill of her. If you can betray your own flesh and blood in this manner, how can I trust that you will support me and not betray me as well? Are you attempting to ruin my life, just as you did to my mother?" His voice grew even colder as he spoke.
Yang Luoyang's expression paled upon hearing this. Could Zheng Xiang have discovered his involvement with the former Empress? No, it couldn't be. If he had known, he wouldn't be sitting here calmly. That thought raced through his mind.