"I couldn't be sure whether you were the one who poisoned me. I only learned what happened after I woke up."
"I thought you reacted too quickly, as if you had prepared for it beforehand."
"As for being angry, I was at first, but then I let it go."
A faint smile appeared on Xue Ye's face as he reached out and rubbed Xue Beng's head.
"The eldest prince, second prince, and third prince are all dead. You must have suffered greatly to survive."
"My child, thank you for your efforts."
Xue Ye comforted him.
"Father..."
Xue Beng's eyes reddened slightly as he lowered his head. This was the first time his father had spoken to him so gently.
"Even if you say that, Xue Ye, don't think you can take back imperial power."
"You should obediently stay in the background and be the retired emperor."
Qin Qi eyed Xue Ye suspiciously. This old man had suddenly started getting sentimental.
What was he trying to do?
"Hahaha, you're overthinking it."
"Since you were capable of taking the throne from my hands and suppressing the ministers..."
"Then what was wrong with giving the throne to you? Xue Beng is my only child now, anyway."
"The throne will belong to him in the future."
Xue Ye spoke with remarkable openness.
"You do see things clearly. But did you call us here just to ask about that?"
"Do you have any other questions?"
Qin Qi looked at Xue Ye. He had once heard that Xue Ye was indecisive, weak, and easy to bully.
But now it seemed this was another scheming old bastard.
He was exactly like his son Xue Beng, pretending to be all sweet and harmless.
"There is one more question. Xue Beng, how have you arranged things for Qin Qi?"