A side hall of the bedchamber.
After listening to Chi Xue's account.
She Long now knew that Spirit Hall's current Holy Son was inside Young Master Qian Renxue's bedchamber at this very moment. He simply could not sense him.
And the aura and faint heartbeat he had sensed earlier had indeed come from an ordinary girl, just as he had expected.
The girl's presence was not, as he had thought, because Young Master enjoyed playing with women... Ahem, he had gotten the wrong idea.
Chi Xue had already explained that the Holy Son had snatched her from that trash Xue Beng along the way.
Hearing Chi Xue say that the Holy Son had also crippled Xue Beng on the way, She Long was mildly surprised, but did not care much.
Xue Beng was merely a debauched prince. If he was crippled, then so be it.
If not for the fact that two princes had been killed in quick succession earlier, drawing the attention of Emperor Xue Ye and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.
And since Xue Beng was an ignorant, useless playboy who posed no threat to Young Master, he had been allowed to live in order not to deepen Emperor Xue Ye and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's suspicions and affect the Nation-Stealing Plan.
Otherwise, he would have been killed long ago. There was no way he would have been spared until now.
In any case, She Long could not stand that trash Xue Beng either. The Holy Son crippling him this time could be considered as helping Young Master clear away an obstacle.
After all, no matter how muddle-headed Xue Ye was, he could not possibly choose a crippled prince to inherit the throne.
Otherwise, with no descendants, how could the imperial throne be passed on?
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