Xue Qinghe: This Is an Illusion, So It Must Be Fake!

Xue Qinghe restrained himself and only got out after the carriage stopped. He did not forget to pay the driver, nor did he head anywhere beyond the palace gates. At last, he was not forcibly shoved back into the carriage.

The driver remained dutiful as ever, waving at Xue Qinghe as he entered the palace. "Take care, sir."

Xue Qinghe nearly failed to hold himself back again and turned around to stab the driver with his sword.

He let out a deep breath.

Don't get angry, don't get angry. If I get angry to death, who would be pleased...

He followed the stone-brick road through the palace, gradually making his way deeper until he reached the main hall where court affairs were usually handled.

But just like the streets outside, there was still not a single person in sight.

The palace guards who normally filled the entire palace had all vanished as well.

It was as though he were the only person left in this world.

No, there was also that damned carriage driver.

Xue Qinghe thought silently.

He also realized that he might be trapped in some kind of illusion. He had already tried every method he could think of, but none of them had helped him escape it.

So, he could only go with the flow for now and see what the person who had dragged him into this illusion wanted to do.

With no one in the main hall, he headed toward the side halls before eventually going to the emperor's bedchamber.

This time, he did see people.

A Heaven Dou Emperor who lay on the bed, seemingly at death's door.

And beside the Heaven Dou Emperor was someone he found extremely familiar.

Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo frowned slightly as he looked at the Heaven