Qian Renxue: Ancestor, You Smell So Good

"Better to arrive at the right time than early."

"You saw what happened just now, didn't you?"

Qian Cheng's gaze fell on Xue Ye as he asked with interest, "So how do you think you should explain this to your subjects?"

"Your Holiness the Pope."

Hearing Qian Cheng's voice, Xue Ye instantly snapped out of his daze.

Qian Cheng's voice was like a clap of thunder, jolting Xue Ye awake from his brief stupor.

An explanation?

As an emperor standing above all others, he had no need to explain anything to those lowly commoners.

As for the ministers, all he needed was to soothe them and offer them some benefits, and they would obediently fall in line.

So what exactly was this so-called explanation?

Xue Ye suddenly recalled how Qian Cheng had interrogated Ning Fengzhi at the Clear Sky Sect!

"Bai Baoshan, as a Committee Member of Heaven Dou Royal Academy, failed to serve the nation loyally and instead plotted rebellion and treason!"

"His son, Bai Hao, incited some soldiers to rampage through Heaven Dou City, smashing and looting at will, causing unrest among the people. His crime warrants execution!"

Xue Ye raised his head to look at Qian Cheng and asked tentatively, "Your Holiness the Pope, what do you think of this explanation?"

"Teachable indeed!"

"Then there is only one thing left. Let us go to the palace and sign the cession agreement!"

Qian Cheng nodded, a trace of approval flashing in his eyes.

"Your Holiness the Pope, this way, please!"

Xue Ye hurriedly gestured for him to proceed.

Qian Cheng and Qian Renxue walked ahead, while Xue Ye followed half a step behind, his gaze carrying a trace of reverence.

Xue Xing and the other two Committee Members subconsciously exchanged glances.

Though none of them spoke, they all understood what the others were thinking.

Spirit Hall's new Pope was simply a madman who refused to listen to reason!

When dealing with someone like him, they could only go along with his wishes. Otherwise, their heads might hit the ground the next second.

The grand and magnificent Tian Dou Imperial City appeared even more solemn beneath the curtain of rain.

Imperial guards stood rigidly on either side of the passageway, long spears in hand.

Palace maids occasionally hurried past, heading somewhere unknown.

Qian Cheng walked down the center with an expressionless face, while Qian Renxue looked around curiously.

As for Xue Ye, he followed respectfully behind them, looking like a little attendant.

Naturally, those imperial guards recognized Xue Ye. It was precisely because they recognized him that they were even more shocked and bewildered.

Xue Ye was the ruler of the Heaven Dou Empire, usually imposing and majestic.

Yet now, he was treating a young man with such deference. It was truly unbelievable.

After passing through Black Tortoise Gate and crossing the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the three slowly entered the Golden Throne Hall.

Xue Xing and the other two Committee Members left midway, presumably to attend to other matters.

The Golden Throne Hall was built upon a foundation of Baiyu, with nine enormous dragon-carved pillars standing inside. Nine soaring swans were painted across the golden dome, making the place appear extravagantly luxurious.

This architectural style suited the Heaven Dou Empire perfectly.

It looked prosperous and flourishing, but in truth, it was pitifully weak.

Qian Renxue's gaze was drawn to the lofty dragon throne.

The throne gleamed entirely in gold, engraved with exquisite dragon patterns and radiating an air of majesty.

"This dragon throne does look rather nice."

Qian Renxue's tone carried a hint of teasing.

"If you are interested, there is no harm in sitting on it."

Qian Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly, the corners of his lips curling into an amused smile.

"You have not even sat on it yet. How could I dare?"

Qian Renxue hurriedly waved her hands.

"Heh..."

Qian Cheng walked up to the dragon throne and sat down calmly.

"How does it feel?"

Qian Renxue asked curiously.

"Come up and try it."

Qian Cheng pulled Qian Renxue over and had her sit beside him.

"Ancestor..."

Qian Renxue suddenly wrinkled her nose and whispered into Qian Cheng's ear, "You smell so good!"

"Stop reading those trashy romances."

Qian Cheng pinched Qian Renxue's cheek, his tone carrying a trace of indulgence.

"Your Holiness the Pope, I failed to consider this properly. I will have someone bring several chairs over immediately."

Emperor Xue Ye stood to one side and spoke cautiously.

In the Golden Throne Hall, only the emperor could sit, so there were naturally no other chairs.

But things were different now!

If Qian Cheng became angry over this, the consequences would be unimaginable!

The guards and palace maids standing along both sides of the hall also sensed the tense atmosphere.

They did not even dare breathe too heavily, silently awaiting the emperor's command.

"No need. You can stand."

Qian Cheng spoke indifferently.

"I have already sent Xue Xing to summon the prime minister and the general."

"Mobilizing the garrison requires the complete military tally. Otherwise, there might be some trouble during the handover."

Xue Ye said carefully.

"It does not matter. I can wait."

Qian Cheng casually lifted Qian Renxue onto his lap and said softly, "The chair is a little small. Sit on my lap."

"Mm."

Qian Renxue's little face immediately flushed red, her voice so quiet it was nearly inaudible.

"Feeling shy? Where did that bold girl from earlier go? You are not a fake Qian Renxue, are you?"

Qian Cheng's tone was teasing.

"Ancestor, you will never find a woman if you act like this!"

Qian Renxue glared at Qian Cheng, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction.

"Women are completely useless. They only slow down the speed at which I draw my sword."

Just as Qian Renxue was about to retort, she saw three men walk in.

Xue Xing led the way.

The other two wore black official robes.

One was lean and slender, clearly a civil official.

The other was sturdy and muscular, presumably a military officer.

"Your Holiness the Pope, this is Prime Minister Qin Hui, and this is General Ge Long."

Xue Ye hurriedly introduced them.

"Oh..."

Qian Cheng nodded and said with a light laugh, "Your emperor intends to cede three cities to me. Do you have any objections?"

"Spirit Hall has rendered the Heaven Dou Empire immense aid. Three mere cities are but a humble token of our gratitude!"

Qin Hui said without so much as a change in expression.

"I imagine the residents of those three cities would also be delighted to become Your Holiness the Pope's subjects!"

Ge Long's tone carried a hint of fawning.

"Teachable indeed."

Qian Cheng smiled somewhat playfully.

"Prime Minister Qin has already drafted the Imperial Edict. It will be dispatched today."

Xue Xing stepped forward respectfully and handed a decree to Qian Cheng.

Qian Cheng glanced at Xue Xing and casually accepted the decree.

Jiaomu City, Xingyue City, Liutu City.

After seeing the names of the three cities, Qian Cheng put the decree away.

Xue Ye did not have the courage to play any tricks. Otherwise, it would not be three cities, but thirty!

As for why Qin Hui and Ge Long were being so obedient?

Xue Xing had undoubtedly gone to warn them. Otherwise, the Golden Throne Hall would have run red with blood again.

"Xue Ye, your efficiency is not bad. I shall take my leave first."

Qian Cheng said indifferently.

"Your Holiness the Pope, the banquet has already been prepared. It would not be too late for you to leave after you have eaten."

Ge Long hurriedly said.

"If I truly stayed, you would be unhappy again."

Qian Cheng's tone carried a trace of mockery.