Nian Bing's words overflowed with sorrow, but every word was firm and decisive, the tone of his voice was unequivocal. The grievances and suppressed hatred that he had held for many years finally exploded at this moment. Nian Bing hated the Ice-Snow Goddess Sacrifice because she had killed his parents. However, he also hated Prince Rong. If Prince Rong hadn't opposed his parent's marriage, at least he and his father would still have a home. An orphan, indeed! From the age of ten onwards, hadn't he been an orphan? If he hadn't met his master, he probably would have already died.
Prince Rong stood behind his desk, looking at Nian Bing, watching the tears that slid down his face without him noticing. The anger on Prince Rong's face gradually disappeared. He said coldly, "If your father were alive, he would never dare speak to me like this. To be precise, from the day the Huarong Empire was established, you are the first person to defy me so brazenly."