Chapter 112 Your masters are all dead, what use are you to them?
Emperor Xueye's legs went weak, and he instantly looked as if he had aged more than ten years.
"how so?"
"Quickly, take me there!"
"It's snowing," the Great Emperor said in a hoarse voice.
The palace of Xue Qinghe was already crowded with people. After Emperor Xue Ye arrived, everyone immediately lowered their heads and dared not make a sound.
"Qinghe!"
Emperor Xueye knelt beside Xue Qinghe's bed and called softly. When Xue Qinghe did not respond, Emperor Xueye, who had been holding on, suddenly turned red in the eyes.
"Qinghe..."
He held Xue Qinghe's cold hands, forcing back his tears.
What was the cause of Qinghe's death?
The imperial physicians standing nearby all lowered their heads and dared not utter a sound; none of them dared to provoke this bad luck at this moment!
"Are you all mute?!"
Emperor Xueye immediately replied.
The imperial physicians immediately knelt on the ground, trembling as they said, "Your Majesty, we cannot determine the cause of His Highness the Crown Prince's death!"
"A bunch of useless trash!"
Emperor Xueye roared.
for a long time.
Emperor Xueye coldly ordered, "Everyone, get out!"
The words fell.
They breathed a sigh of relief and all went outside the palace to wait. Emperor Xueye no longer had to suppress his grief. He held Xue Qinghe's body and wept uncontrollably!
"Qinghe, if I find out who poisoned you, I will not let them get away with it!"
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably on this snowy night...
for a long time.
Emperor Xueye let out a heavy sigh. As the emperor of the Heavenly Dou Empire, he could not grieve for too long.
Just as he got up to leave, he suddenly noticed that Xue Qinghe's left hand was shaped like a swan, which was what he had given to Xue Qinghe.
"swan?"
The Emperor frowned deeply on the snowy night.
What does this mean?
Standing there in the snowy night, deep in thought, he realized that this was a clue left to him by Xue Qinghe.
Just then, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he suddenly remembered what he had said when he taught Xue Qinghe the hand gestures.
"Qinghe, look, this is the Swan Martial Soul passed down through generations of our Heaven Dou Royal Family, the symbol of our royal family!"
"When you reach the appropriate age, your father will hold a Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony for you, inviting all the powers across the continent to witness the event!"
The Snow Night Emperor murmured, "Swan... Martial Soul..."
"The Spirit Hall!"
Upon hearing these three words, even Emperor Xueye couldn't help but cover his mouth, knowing full well that many spies from the Spirit Hall were lurking within the Heaven Dou Empire.
Why is this happening?
Emperor Xueye suppressed his grief, his whole body trembling.
"Is it because I proposed marriage to the Spirit Hall? But even if the Spirit Hall is unwilling, you can simply refuse. Why kill someone?"
"Qinghe, it's all your father's fault!"
The grief that Emperor Xueye had managed to suppress erupted once again.
Emperor Xueye couldn't understand the Spirit Hall's move.
Is this meant to intimidate?
Does the Spirit Hall still need to use such methods to intimidate people now?
Absolutely not!
Emperor Xueye took deep breaths, forcibly controlling his emotions as he left his palace.
"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences!"
"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences!"
Everyone guarding outside the palace immediately knelt on the ground, and Emperor Xueye coldly surveyed them.
The people from the Spirit Hall had stormed into the Crown Prince's palace, and not a single one of them noticed, which made Emperor Xueye even more flustered!
"Men, drag them all away and behead them!"
Emperor Xueye's tone was icy cold, devoid of any warmth, as if he were talking about something insignificant!
"Your Majesty! Spare me!"
"Your Majesty! We are innocent!"
"His Majesty..."
Emperor Xueye coldly watched the begging crowd, unmoved, and watched as they were forcibly dragged out, their heads rolling off the ground!
"If the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die. Now that your master is dead, what use are you?"
He murmured in the snowy night.
"I have already shown mercy by not sacrificing you alive!"
Just then.
A messenger from the Spirit Hall appeared and delivered Qian Xunji's reply to Emperor Xueye.
"Your Majesty, this is His Holiness the Pope's reply. Please take a look."
Emperor Xueye opened the envelope, which was filled with polite words and clearly did not come from Qian Xunji himself.
The last sentence of the entire letter contains the whole story: Qian Xunji rejected Emperor Xueye's marriage proposal!
"Go back and tell His Holiness the Pope that I am aware of this!"
Emperor Xueye's fingers, gripping the letter tightly, turned white from the force, but he still managed to restrain himself from losing his temper.
Only after the Spirit Hall messenger left did Emperor Xueye grit his teeth and tear the letter in his hand to shreds, his eyes blazing with fury!
"Qian Xunji, you've gone too far!"
These words were practically spat out from between the teeth of the Snow Night Emperor, containing endless humiliation and anger!
"Spirit Hall, even if it's as difficult as ascending to heaven, I will definitely destroy you, I definitely will!"
Emperor Xueye's chest heaved violently. He knew that now was the time to be patient and not to oppose the Spirit Hall.
Therefore, the murderer of Xue Qinghe, Emperor Xueye, planned to keep it to himself and not utter a single word!
On the other side.
Inside the Spirit Hall.
Qian Xunji also received news of Xue Qinghe's death. He was surprised and somewhat puzzled, as the timing of his death was too coincidental.
I just said yesterday that Xue Qinghe was a short-lived ghost, and today Xue Qinghe died!
Xue Qinghe was just a nobody; his death was no big deal and he wasn't worth Qian Xunji's attention.
A few days later.
Emperor Xueye held a funeral ceremony for Xue Qinghe, and people from all sides sent people to pay their respects, including the Spirit Hall.
Qian Xunji took this opportunity to travel, with Bibi Dong accompanying him.
The moment the dragon chariot appeared in Tiandou City, Emperor Xueye clenched his hands tightly, which were hidden in his sleeves. He told himself to control his emotions and not to reveal any weakness in front of Qian Xunji.
"Your Holiness, I didn't expect you to be here too!"
Ning Fengzhi took the initiative to step forward and said.
Qianxun quickly said, "I just happened to be passing by to offer my condolences."
"Your Holiness, please!"
Ning Fengzhi said respectfully.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who was standing beside him, didn't say a word and tried his best to minimize his presence.
Although Qian Xunji's current state is similar to that of an ordinary person, Chen Xin always feels that the hairs on his body are standing on end, and the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul is restless and wants to be unsheathed!
This is extremely dangerous!
Emperor Xueye stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope, for taking the time out of your busy schedule to see Qinghe off!"
"Your Majesty is too serious."
Qian Xunji immediately replied.
"The matter concerning the Crown Prince is truly regrettable; Your Majesty should not be too saddened!"
My condolences.
As Xueye looked at Qian Xunji comforting him, he tried his best to control the expression on his face. For an enemy who killed his son to tell him to grieve in person was more insulting than defecating or urinating on his wounds!
"Thank you... for your comfort, Your Holiness the Pope!"
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