In the resplendent yet cold and imposing palace, Emperor Wen's voice fell like a resounding bell, devoid of emotion:

"I've heard that Marquis Anwu has neglected you over the years and even fathered a brother for you in the Eastern Wasteland. Do you harbor any resentment?"

Xia Chen's body trembled slightly, and for a moment, his face seemed to change like the shifting clouds.

First, anger flickered in his eyes like a small flame, then it was shrouded by a cloud of sorrow, yet he forcefully restrained himself, and the slight tremor at the corner of his mouth finally turned into a choked voice: