Tuoba Yilu looked up at him. The father and son finally met, less than ten days since their last encounter. Several lives now lay between them, a life-or-death struggle, never to return to what was before.
Tuoba Yilu looked at him with resentment, but considering the current situation, he forced down his anger and said, "Do you think you can sow discord between us, the ruler and subjects..."
"You're already my prisoner. What value is there in deceiving you?" Tuoba Liuxiu said coldly, "They are Han people, advocating for Han governance, championing benevolence, while you practice severe laws, relying solely on legalism. Do you think they'll ever truly love and respect you?"
