Female supremacy: blasphemy of imperial power [Yuri/GL]

Chapter 81: Secrets

Zhao Yang took a step back and said, “Xin Zhu, you accompanied me as I grew up, but for over ten years, I have always felt that you are a stranger.”

“Perhaps you did all of this to cultivate me, even if you didn’t care about my life or death, going all in. However, you vainly desire to control me entirely while clinging to those secrets, muddling the royal bloodline. Do you even realize what you are doing?”

Xin Zhu lowered his head, tears falling silently, and he didn’t respond to Zhao Yang's questions.

Zhao Yang pressed her lips together in dissatisfaction, yet she still didn’t have the heart to force him. However, the affection in her eyes had completely vanished.

She had been too desperate for love, just like in her previous life, yearning for someone who could love her whole-heartedly, unrepentantly.

So she had continued to forgive Xin Zhu, even knowing that he had reached the point of treating her as a bargaining chip due to his hatred. She had deceived herself, finding various reasons to console herself that at least Xin Zhu had always been by her side, being her only family in this world.

It was just that now she was aware that Xin Zhu harbored an even greater secret — her true lineage. She could no longer forgive him; she finally woke up to the painful truth that Xin Zhu really didn’t regard her as a complete person, but simply as a pawn. The truth did not concern her; she only needed to follow Xin Zhu’s guidance blindly…

What Xin Zhu had failed to account for was that from the beginning, Zhao Yang had never been a pawn in that game. She had seen through Xin Zhu's intentions much earlier.

However, Zhao Yang could indulge Xin Zhu, but would absolutely not accept being controlled by him—no reason could ever justify that.

“Xin Zhu, what do you even want? Logically speaking, once Zhao Yun has fallen from grace and you've avenged yourself, you shouldn't act anymore. In fact, you’ve remained in the Buddhist hall since that day,” Zhao Yang said in a low voice. “But ultimately, I dragged you out—revealed that force that helped Zhao Yun.”

“You transferred the authority I gave you entirely into your own hands; I didn't mind, treating it as a gift to you. But you actually used that power to assist my father's murderer. This not only makes it impossible for me to forgive you, but I also cannot understand it.”

Xin Zhu abruptly raised his head, the light in his eyes dimmed. “Zhao Yang, you finally found out.”

The once youthful Xin Zhu seemed to age more than ten years in an instant, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes becoming evident.

Zhao Yang remained silent, her expressionless gaze fixed on Xin Zhu, her eyes void of warmth.

People do their deeds, and heaven witnesses all. Since actions have been taken, one must be prepared to bear the consequences.

Zhao Yang couldn’t comprehend why Xin Zhu would help Zhao Yun when he hated her deeply, especially after learning that Zhao Yun had tampered with events in the delivery room. Xin Zhu should have wished for Zhao Yun’s demise, yet he carried out these actions. If Zhao Yun hadn’t regained power through Xin Zhu’s influence, Zhao Huang would not have been forced out of the palace.

In a bid to preserve the Xin family, they not only agreed to the three clans' demands to no longer serve in government roles but also acquiesced to Zhao Yun's requests, allowing the trusted midwife of Xin Zhu and Xin Yu Shi to tamper with the delivery, resulting in Xin Yu Shi not surviving the childbirth.

The Xin family deserved to die a thousand deaths, but at the root of it all, it was Zhao Yun's wrongdoing. That woman was the source of all misfortune.

Xin Zhu slid down along the red silk of the table and sat on the ground. In a calm tone, he slowly said, “Since you already know to some extent, I won’t hide it from you any longer. I don’t expect you to forgive me for what I’ve done; I can’t even forgive myself.”