"Enough!"
Just as Xue Beng gripped his sword and hacked wildly at the furniture in a fit of rage, a low, authoritative voice, carrying a hint of disappointment at his failure to live up to expectations, suddenly came from outside the hall.
Immediately afterward, an elderly man in a dark yellow robe, his hair neatly combed back, slowly walked in.
The moment Xue Beng saw the old man, the longsword in his hand fell to the floor with a clang. He instinctively cried out.
"Un... Uncle, why are you here?"
The elderly man in the dark yellow robe was none other than Prince Xue Xing, younger brother of Xue Ye, the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire!
Prince Xue Xing did not answer Xue Beng. Instead, he looked over the wreckage filling the hall, disappointment flashing through his eyes.
Then, frowning, he said in a deep voice, "What are you panicking for? Qi Lin hasn't completely sided with Xue Qinghe yet, and you're already throwing yourself into disarray."
"Look at yourself. What kind of state are you in?"
"Do you think venting your useless rage by smashing furniture will help you defeat Xue Qinghe?"
After hearing Prince Xue Xing's words, Xue Beng took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
"Uncle, then tell me..."
"What should we do next?"
"More and more people are siding with Xue Qinghe now. Even those three old fools from the Education Committee are leaning more toward him. If this continues, I really won't have any chance left."
Prince Xue Xing snorted coldly. "At a time like this, you must be even less hasty. You should even show more of your wastrel side."
"Don't forget how your second and third brothers died. Do you want to die like them too, without ever knowing why?"
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