Karma as a B***

"You betrayed the one person who helped you," Xiang Yu said, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "He shared everything he had with you and took great care of you. And what did you do in the end?"

The Imperial Lord reached the doorframe, grasping it weakly, attempting to pull himself up. Xiang Yu strode over, his movements slow and deliberate, and turned his father around. The Imperial Lord's limbs went limp. He could only lie there, glaring at his son, his body trembling with impotent rage.

Xiang Yu crouched down, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "You killed him just to take his place," he said, his voice a low, menacing purr. "Wasn't your life good before?"

The Imperial Lord, his pride wounded as deeply as his body, refused to answer. Why should he explain himself to his son?