Now Qian Renxue had returned in force, her methods even bloodier and more ruthless than before. The destruction of the Glazed Tile Sect was only the beginning. Everyone knew the Heaven Dou Imperial Family hung by a thread.
Inside the imperial study, the atmosphere was suffocating.
Xue Beng wore majestic dragon robes, yet possessed none of an emperor's composure.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he paced through the hall, his steps hurried and frantic. His brows were tightly knitted, his face deathly pale, and his eyes filled with fear and anxiety he could not shake.
"What do I do... what am I supposed to do?"
He muttered under his breath, his voice trembling beyond concealment. "Qian Renxue is back. She's really back!"
Since childhood, he had lived in the shadow of Xue Qinghe-Qian Renxue herself.
During the princes' struggle for power, all the other princes had met cruel, untimely deaths. He alone had clung to life, spending every day in terror and every night haunted by nightmares, afraid he would be the next to die.
When the Heaven Dou Palace Coup ended, he had thought the dark clouds had finally dispersed and his imperial throne was secure at last.
Later, when Qian Renxue became a god and Tang San died, he had been frightened almost out of his wits, living in constant dread.
Only after Tang San returned to life, Bibi Dong fell, and Qian Renxue's godhood shattered as she fled far away had he finally found peace, ruling Heaven Dou untroubled for ten years.
But now Qian Renxue had returned once more, surging back with towering hatred.
The fear buried deep in his heart for years burst through the soil in an instant, shattering every last scrap of his confidence.
Inside the hall, Prince Xue Xing sat