Because Xue Ye was close to death, the imperial bedchamber was under strict guard inside and out. Outside alone, no fewer than two hundred Soul Masters patrolled openly and covertly.
Inside the bedchamber, aside from the imperial physicians and guards, there were also many Healing System Soul Masters, as well as Xue Ye's younger brother—Prince Xue Xing—and the Heaven Dou Empire's Guest Elder, the Titled Douluo Dugu Bo.
Zhang Yang was somewhat surprised to see Prince Xue Xing.
Prince Xue Xing and Fourth Prince Xue Beng were inseparable all day long and firmly belonged to the Fourth Prince's faction. If Prince Xue Xing was here, why wasn't Xue Qinghe?
But after giving it some thought, Zhang Yang felt that Prince Xue Xing being here was perfectly normal.
Xue Qinghe simply did not take Xue Beng seriously.
In any case, Xue Qinghe's succession to the throne was already set in stone. No matter how much Prince Xue Xing struggled, it would be useless.
It was nothing but petty scheming. Xue Qinghe was happy to show his generosity before the dying Xue Ye.
But why did Prince Xue Xing look so terrible? He looked even worse than Xue Ye lying on the bed.
What did that mean?
Was he planning to die before his older brother?
When Ning Fengzhi led his people inside, those in the room could hardly remain seated. One after another, they stood and greeted Ning Fengzhi.
After all, he was the man at the helm of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. He still commanded respect.
Over there, Dugu Bo, whose face was dark and gloomy, sharply narrowed his eyes when he saw Zhang Yang enter.
He knew Zhang Yang, but looking at him now, Dugu Bo found him exceedingly unfamiliar.
Dugu Bo realized that he could no