Ambush
Qin Sha cried with such raw, heartfelt sincerity.
In truth, it wasn't that he was cursing Qin Heng to kick the bucket.
It was just that the way things had unfolded truly left room for wild imaginings.
They had summoned him over so urgently, without even wiping their asses clean.
The moment he arrived, he saw his grandfather lying in a hospital bed.
He thought his own actions had angered the Old Master to death.
"Second Young Master, the Dragon Lord merely fainted. He isn't dead. You..."
Those higher-ups were speechless.
"Ah?"
Qin Sha wiped his tears. "He's not dead?"
"No..."
Only then did Qin Sha breathe a sigh of relief. "Then why did you make such a huge fuss? You made me think Grandpa had kicked the bucket."
"As long as he's not dead, it's fine. I knew it—turtles live for ten thousand years, and my grandpa isn't going to die that easily!"
"..."
The moment those words left his mouth, Qin Heng suddenly began to convulse on the hospital bed.
"Holy crap, Grandpa, Grandpa! What's wrong with you?" Qin Sha hurried over and grabbed Qin Heng's hand.
Qin Heng opened his eyes and looked at his grandson.
His lips moved.
"Grandpa, what do you want to say? Where are your vocal cords?"
Qin Heng stared wide-eyed, his lips still moving.
"Elder Zhao, what did my grandpa say?" Qin Sha had a feeling his grandfather was trying to say something extremely important.
Elder Zhao understood a little lip-reading, so he stepped forward to watch.
He watched Qin Heng's faintly moving lips.
"The Dragon Lord seems to be saying... the dynasty, immediately..."
"No way... That's his daughter-in-law!"
"..."
After Shen Wuxiao left Dragon King Hall, the news had basically spread everywhere.
Catherine received the news as well.
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