Cough!
Gazing across the Shuangchi River, Xue Ye shuddered as the river wind blew over him. He coughed and spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling black blood.
"Your Majesty!"
The attendant beside him hurried forward to support him. "Please return to the tent and rest. The wind by the river is strong. Once the soldiers finish setting up the pontoon bridge, we can cross!"
"I'm fine."
Watching the female students of Skywater Academy freeze the river while the soldiers laid materials behind them, Xue Ye said, "My body is in excellent condition now!"
As for the matter of his poisoning—
As a Soul Douluo, how could he have failed to notice?
It was simply that he had never suspected Xue Qinghe or Xue Beng.
No matter what, they were both his sons. They might have targeted their other brothers for the throne, but would they really turn against him, their Father Emperor?
There was no reason for that.
On the contrary, he was more suspicious of his biological younger brother, Xue Xing.
Back then, in order to seize the throne, he too had secretly targeted his other brothers. Only Xue Xing, that "playboy" younger brother, had survived and become a prince.
Xue Beng's disguise must have been taught by that younger brother of his!
However.
There was no point considering such matters now.
After consuming the Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng Ning Tian had given him, Xue Ye felt vitality return to his body and his spirits rise. Now that the wind had provoked him into coughing out a mouthful of bad black blood, he felt even more comfortable, as though he were floating toward immortality.
"Pick up the pace!"
Taking the gold-threaded handkerchief handed over by an attendant, Xue Ye wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth and