Die and then rest?

Xue Qinghe glanced at the rattle Ye Qiu had placed on the table, chuckling, "What? Do you think I'd neglect my own child, needing you to bring even this little toy?"

"Of course not. It's just that I didn't know what else to prepare. Heh. Besides, something I bought with my own hands has a special meaning, doesn't it?" Ye Qiu picked up the rattle and shook it gently, a smile on his face. "If the child likes it, my handicraft skills aren't bad either."

"And," Ye Qiu's tone shifted, and he continued with a smile, "even though she isn't yours by birth. Given our relationship, it's not an exaggeration to say she's your child. You certainly wouldn't mistreat her."

"Hmph! Ye Qiu, don't push it. She is my child, a princess of the royal family, His Majesty's granddaughter. Not just anyone can claim kinship." Xue Qinghe snorted coldly, clearly not agreeing with Ye Qiu's words.

"I say, Xue'er, there's no one else here now, no need to put on airs as the Crown Prince," Ye Qiu put down the rattle and spoke gently, a hint of smugness on his face. "Besides, if anyone's claiming kinship, it's that old Jack Xue Ye who's trying to get closer to me. If he knew how many Title Douluo my daughter has backing her, he might even bypass you and name her his successor."

"You're dreaming!" Xue Qinghe rolled his eyes good-naturedly and poured Ye Qiu a cup of wine. "The value of this vast Empire isn't measured by a few Title Douluo. Moreover, in the Empire, kingdoms, and duchies, what precedent is there for a woman to inherit the throne?"

"Why not? Is Emperor Xue Ye less noble than the Pope of Martial Soul Hall? The Pope can be a woman, so