Tuoba Liuxiu knelt on the ground, holding onto Zhao Hanzhang's leg and crying loudly, recounting in detail the events of the past month and feeling wronged, "The Han texts say that both parents love their children. I am also his son, why doesn't he love me?"
Tuoba Liuxiu wiped away his tears with his rough sleeve and asked Zhao Hanzhang, full of tears, "Is it because of my fierce character that he dislikes me?"
Zhao Hanzhang said: "Perhaps you lack the bond of father and son. The bonds of this world are mysterious. He gave birth to you, which is one fate, but you don't get along well, so it isn't a good fate."
"He is your father. He believes that your life, your skills, and everything about you come from him, so he thinks the power of life and death over you is his alone." Seeing his look of disapproval, she asked, "Do you disagree with this view?"
