"I know Father would definitely not agree, but once you're dead, you won't have a choice."
Zhang Yun nonchalantly spoke, "You gave me life, and as your son, it is my duty to ensure you get a proper burial. Otherwise, for such treasonous acts of aiding Dawei, conspiring with the Nangong Family of Nanchu in the murder of the Nanchu princess, inciting rebellion in Daliang, destabilizing imperial order and causing misery for the people, you would be dismembered by the Crown Prince."
Bloodshot with rage, Zhang Ping's hand, which had been immobile till now, suddenly lifted, aimed to strangle Zhang Yun.
However, pitiful as it was, he couldn't reach. He couldn't even reach a fragment of Zhang Yun's clothing. Zhang Yun stood just out of reach from his bed, displaying the distance between them for him to die with understanding.