After Xue Ye was poisoned, every dish and every cup of water had to undergo careful inspection by designated personnel before being delivered to his bedchamber.
Even with such strict measures, someone had still managed to tamper with them.
Other than those closest to him, who else could it have been?
The more Xue Ye thought about it, the more terrified he became. He looked at Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, Fourth Prince Xue Beng, and Prince Xue Xing in disbelief.
After his death, the person most likely to take control of the Heavenly Dou Empire would be one of those three.
In Xue Ye's eyes, Prince Xue Xing was more likely to have poisoned him than either of his sons.
As the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire and first in line to the Imperial Throne, Xue Qinghe seemingly had no reason to do such a thing.
But Prince Xue Xing was different.
Prince Xue Xing was close to Fourth Prince Xue Beng. He could very well support the Fourth Prince's rise to power and depose Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.
By then, he could turn Xue Beng into a puppet and seize the true power of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
Taking things a step further, he could depose Xue Beng and proclaim himself Emperor.
After all, the frivolous and incompetent Xue Beng simply lacked the ability to shoulder the heavy responsibility of ruling an empire.
Under Xue Ye's cold stare, Prince Xue Xing's scalp went numb.
It was like swallowing bitter herbs in silence—he had grievances he could not voice.
He knew full well that Xue Qinghe was the most likely culprit, yet he could not point it out.
Xue Qinghe was the Crown Prince, and they had no concrete evidence.
Seeing that Xue Ye had misunderstood Prince Xue