I picked up a corner of the outer robe and tore it forcefully.
The sound of the fabric tearing and Mrs. Song's startled cry rang out simultaneously.
She pointed at my trembling hand: "What are you doing?"
I looked at her, "On the seventh day of the twelfth month in the twelfth year of Jian'an, my father died from arrows piercing his heart while saving the Southern King. The Prince Zhen Nan's Mansion, in gratitude, took care of me for eight years."
"Now that these two debts are offset, today I cut this robe, from now on there's nothing between the Prince Zhen Nan's Mansion and my Nan Family," the last strand was tugged apart forcefully, my voice calm:
"No more connection."
The surroundings fell silent, Mrs. Song looked at me in shock, then clenched her teeth and spat two words: "Defi...ance..."
She stared incredulously with wide eyes: "You dare defy?"
"What's making you crazy!" Song Lin'an, who had been carefully guarding Tang Xuezu, came over.