"As you command, young master."
He lowered his head and responded in a deep voice.
"My subordinates will do it now."
After hearing this, Ci Xue finally stopped talking.
He put his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly and saluted, and then he flashed and disappeared into Bedchamber.
Bedchamber is the only one left.
Xue Qinghe sat on the chair and maintained that posture for a while.
His eyes fell on the table, but the focus was not on any memorial.
It wasn't until he confirmed that Ci Xue had gone far that his shoulders slowly relaxed and he leaned back on the chair.
He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.
After a while, he stood up, turned around and walked into the bathroom.
His steps were still unsteady, he held one hand on the wall and walked slowly inside.
His face felt blurry.
The identity of Qian Renxue has been restored.
The long golden hair spread from the roots to the tips, the outline of the face softened, and the figure narrowed slightly.
She stood in front of the bronze mirror in the bathroom and looked at her face in the mirror.
There was an indescribable tiredness on that alluring face, and the light in the gilded eyes was a little dim.
She took off her clothes.
Revealing her exquisite and fair body.
The body curve reflected in the bronze mirror is perfect, with slender shoulders and neck, and slender waist.
But there is a red and swollen hickey in a shameful place under the collarbone and above the chest.
Its position is very conspicuous, just on the edge of the neckline, and it will be exposed if you wear slightly lower clothes.
That is the mark left to her by Dai Mobai!
Qian Renxue walked into the bathroom expressionlessly.
The sound of running water sounded.
Hot water poured down from the top of her head, wetting her blond hair and sliding down her cheeks.
The water vapor filled the air, covering the bronze mirror with a layer of white mist.
She stood in the water, placed her hands on the wall, lowered her head, and let the hot water wash over her back.
The sound of water flowing was vaguely mixed with low sobs.
The sound was very soft, mostly covered by the sound of rushing water. If you weren't standing in the bathroom, you wouldn't hear it at all.
Her shoulders were shaking slightly, and her blond hair stuck to her face, covering most of her face.
One month later.
Xue Beng was found dead in his Bedchamber.
He was discovered by the eunuch who delivered breakfast every morning.
When the eunuch pushed the door open and walked in, Xue Beng was still lying on the bed, neatly covered with quilts, and his face was as peaceful as if he was asleep.
But the eunuch called twice but got no response. When he got closer, he found that Xue Beng's body was completely cold.
There were no wounds on his body.
It's just that his face is slightly purple.
The purple color starts from the lips and spreads along the bridge of the nose to the eye sockets. It is so faint that if you don't pay attention, you might think it means you haven't slept well.
But even Soul Master with a little experience can tell that this is a sign of being poisoned.
Xue Ye is furious.
In the morning of the morning, Xue Ye scolded the civil and military officials of the court and ordered a thorough investigation of the palace to find the murderer of Xue Beng.
The imperial guards turned the palace upside down, searched every room, interrogated every maid and eunuch, and even the cook in the royal kitchen was locked up and interrogated for three days.
But everyone knows it.
The murderer cannot be found.
It's not that there is no murderer.
But this murderer can't even move Xue Ye himself.
I wonder if the news of Xue Beng's death is too heavy.
Xue Ye's complexion is getting worse day by day.
His complexion changed from rosy to sallow, and then from sallow to gray, as if something was sucking away the life from him day by day.
The imperial doctor made seven or eight changes, prescribed a bunch of medicines, and poured down bowl after bowl of decoction, but there was no improvement at all.
The second month after Xue Beng died.
Xue Ye can't get out of bed at all.
He was lying on Bedchamber's dragon bed, and he didn't even have the strength to sit up.
The imperial doctor said it was caused by overwork, the pain of losing a son, and physical and mental exhaustion.
But Xue Ye himself knew that his health was not that bad. Someone had tampered with him secretly.
But he couldn't find out, and he couldn't move that person.
Heaven Dou Empire's government affairs were all handed over to Prince Xue Qinghe.
The memorials were sent in the East Palace in piles, and after they were approved, they were sent out again in piles.
The appointment and removal of officials, large and small, the increase and decrease of taxes in various places, and the deployment of the army, all matters are decided by Xue Qinghe a red pen.
Although the transfer of the throne has not been officially completed.
But in the eyes of Minister Heaven Dou, Xue Qinghe has become Heaven Dou Empire's new emperor.
East Palace study room.
Xue Qinghe put down the last memorial and rubbed his sore eyebrows.
The pile of memorials was much higher than usual. He had been reviewing them all afternoon, and his wrists were a little stiff.
The sky outside the window has darkened, and the palace lanterns light up one after another, illuminating the outline of the courtyard.
"I need to take a break."
"Don't let anyone into my Bedchamber."
He gave instructions to Ci Xue outside.
Leaving such words behind, Xue Qinghe turned around and walked towards his Bedchamber.
There was nothing strange about his walking movements.
But his walking speed was not much faster than three months ago.
Even slower. Return to Bedchamber and close the door.
Xue Qinghe's face rippled and turned into the pretty face of Qian Renxue.
Compared with three months.
Qian Renxue's face lost some of its heroic spirit.
On the contrary, it is a bit softer.
Her cheeks were a little plumper than before, and the edges between her eyebrows were softened by a thin layer of soft light.
She sat down against the bed.
The palms of his hands unconsciously fell on his lower abdomen.
Her eyes were lowered.
The gilt eyes were flashing with complex emotions.
As a Soul Saint.
She can feel it easily.
A new life is being born in her belly.
As for who the father of this life is.
She knew it very well.
It is precisely because it is clear.
That's why she's so confused.
Qian Renxue knows it very well.
This life cannot appear in this world.
She is the young master of the Spirit Hall, an undercover agent lurking in the Heaven Dou Empire, and the daughter of Bibi Dong.
The father of this child is Spirit Hall's enemy, the one who ruined her plans time and time again.
In terms of emotion and reason, in public and private matters, this child should not exist.
But she couldn't bear it.
There may be a mistake between her and Dai Mobai.
But this life is innocent.
She didn't want to blame her and Dai Mobai's mistakes on her children.
Because she has experienced it herself.
So she didn't want her children to go through it again.
She thought of her childhood.
Thinking of the mother who never hugged her, and the father who always only treated her as a tool.
She grew up in the Spirit Hall, surrounded by countless people to serve her, but no one really cared about her.
Her childhood was a cold blank, without warmth and color.
She didn't want her children to live in that void.
"Boom!"
A weak vibration came through the palm of Qian Renxue's lower abdomen.