Inside the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue sat in an empty room, gazing quietly at the scenery outside the window.
Qian Renxue draped her two long, straight legs over Jun Xuehan and said, "Xuehan, have you taken care of everything? If you have, I'll have to put the palace under martial law."
Jun Xuehan smiled and massaged Qian Renxue's legs while casually saying, "It's all taken care of. Just put the palace under martial law and let Xue Ye pass away quietly, waiting to Ascend the Throne."
Jun Xuehan's voice was full of indifference, as if she were talking about something insignificant.
"Well then, let's prepare, prepare, put the palace under martial law. Xue Ye probably won't live past tonight; the poison has reached his heart, and there's no saving him." Qian Renxue nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing on her face.
She had wasted nearly twenty years of her youth in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, and now that things were about to come to an end, how could she not be happy?
"Xue'er, Ascend the Throne is only the first step, not the real completion yet. The Heaven Dou Empire is different from the Star Luo Empire; it is still a series of duchies that are not under our control. Moreover, there is the most important point: how to rightfully rename the Heaven Dou Empire as the Spirit Hall Empire. So, to be honest, Xue'er, you still have a long way to go." Jun Xuehan smiled and said softly.
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue looked at Jun Xuehan, stood up from her seat, straddled Jun Xuehan, and stretched out her two fair arms to hug Jun Xuehan's neck.
"Isn't my husband, who is as wise as a demon and whose plans are flawless, here? Do I really need to come up with a solution for such a small matter?" Qian Renxue whispered sweetly in Jun Xuehan's ear.
"I wouldn't say she's as clever as a demon or as infallible as a strategist, but there are ways to deal with her." Jun Xuehan looked at Qian Renxue's current state and couldn't help but reach out and hug Qian Renxue's slender waist.
"What method?" Qian Renxue looked up and asked curiously.
Jun Xuehan smiled and said softly, "Xue Qinghe Ascend the Throne Proclaim Oneself Emperor, recovered the major duchies, and then voluntarily ceded the throne to Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall. As a force that supported the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, Wind Snow Pavilion followed the royal family's choice and naturally merged into the Spirit Hall, becoming the Third Hall of the Spirit Hall."
"Pope Bibi Dong, Ascend the Throne the Proclaim Oneself Emperor and become the Empress of the Spirit Hall, the Saintess of the Worship Hall, and succeed to the position of Pope. Wouldn't that solve the problem?"
Jun Xuehan spoke calmly, her voice utterly indifferent.
This matter is actually easy to resolve; it just requires someone to take the blame.
"Hmm, wouldn't doing this just put all the blame on Xue Qinghe?" Qian Renxue asked softly, her eyes blinking.
"If things are to proceed smoothly, someone has to take the blame. Besides, Xue Qinghe's decision has nothing to do with us," Jun Xuehan said softly, her voice full of indifference.
Since Xue Qinghe is a dead man anyway, letting a dead man take the blame is a way of putting his last bit of energy to good use. Take Tang Hao, for example, who is now firmly holding onto the blame he took back then.
"Yes, that is indeed a solution. Let's decide on that then." Qian Renxue thought for a moment and then nodded slightly.
"Xue'er, when do you plan to put the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace under martial law? It's getting late," Jun Xuehan asked softly.
"Well, let's not rush that. Let's go check on Xue Ye's condition first, and then choose an appropriate time to put the palace under martial law." Qian Renxue got off Jun Xuehan, a faint golden light emanating from her body, disguising herself as Xue Qinghe.
"Okay, let's go take a look." Jun Xuehan straightened her clothes and walked out of the room with Qian Renxue.
The two walked straight out of the Crown Prince's Palace and headed towards the inner palace. The scenery of the inner palace was very beautiful, with all kinds of palace maids busy at work, and guards patrolling everywhere.
As Jun Xuehan and Xue Qinghe passed by, maids and guards bowed respectfully wherever they went.
The two went straight to Xue Ye's palace and pushed open the door to go inside.
On the bed in the palace, Xue Ye pale and unconscious, surrounded by royal Healing Soul Master who were treating Xue Ye.
"Your His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Imperial Advisor." The surrounding Healing Soul Master bowed respectfully as they saw Jun Xuehan and Xue Qinghe enter.
"How is Father Emperor?" Xue Qinghe glanced at the surrounding Soul Master and asked softly.
"Your His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, His Majesty's condition is Bule. It is estimated that he will not survive the next few days," one of the Healing Soul Master said with a heavy expression.
"Do everything you can to save Father Emperor, without the slightest negligence." Xue Qinghe looked at the Soul Master in front of him and said seriously.
"Yes, Your His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." The surrounding Soul Master exchanged glances and immediately agreed.
"Please step aside, let me check on His Majesty's condition." Jun Xuehan gestured to dismiss the surrounding Soul Master, then stepped forward and sat down in front of Xue Ye's bed.
Jun Xuehan pretended to examine Xue Ye's condition, reaching out to lift Xue Ye's eyelids, looking at his somewhat cloudy eyes, and then placed his hand on Xue Ye's pulse, a faint silver Soul Power appearing in his hand.
In his perception, Xue Ye's pulse was very weak, and the toxins in his body had already invaded his internal organs and entered his heart meridian.
After a long pause, Jun Xuehan withdrew her hand, her face expressionless, and said, "Your His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, there is no need to worry. Although His Majesty's condition is not optimistic, His Majesty is a lucky man. As long as he does his best to recuperate, he may still be able to recover."
As she spoke, Jun Xuehan subtly gave Xue Qinghe a wink.
"Then I will accept the Imperial Advisor's auspicious words. I hope my father can recover." Xue Qinghe nodded slightly, a heavy expression appearing on his face.
"Your His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the Imperial Advisor is right. If the treatment continues, His Majesty has a chance, but it's a slim one. So all we can do is try our best." The surrounding Healing Soul Master said softly as they listened to Jun Xuehan's words.
"Then I'll have to trouble you all. Once Father's condition improves, you will all receive your due rewards, and none of you will be shortchanged." Xue Qinghe's tone was very serious.
But in his heart, he was somewhat dismissive, because he understood the meaning behind Jun Xuehan's look just now. It was hard to say whether Xue Ye would survive the night.