Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Star Luo Imperial Palace,
"Elder Wang! Is there really nothing you can do?" Dai Hao pleaded with the elder before him.
"I'm afraid even I cannot regrow a severed limb. Besides, that part has been completely killed by poison. There is no way to restore it!" Never mind that Wang Xian'er had no way to help-even if she did, Xu Jiawei would not have allowed her to restore Dai Yueheng.
"Alas!" At those words, Dai Hao's face seemed to age by countless years.
Dai Yueheng's tiger-like eyes were brimming with tears as well. He, the proud future heir to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, had actually lost even his dignity as a man?
"My dear brother, please accept my condolences!" Looking at the empty space between Dai Yueheng's legs, Xu Jiawei could not contain his delight.
"What happened to Yueheng pains me to the core as well, but Heaven envies the gifted. Fortunately, that child Huabin is still unharmed, so the White Tiger Duke's line will not die out!"
Dai Hao clenched his fists even tighter upon hearing this.
Xu Jiawei was clearly taking a veiled jab at his good-for-nothing son!
Though furious inside, Dai Hao still cupped his hands. "Yes, Your Majesty!"
"Mm. It is late now, my dear brother. You should get some rest!"
After Dai Hao left,
Xu Jiawei finally failed to hold down the corners of his mouth.
Wang Xian'er, however, wore a conflicted expression. She had done good all her life, treating illnesses and saving countless people, yet this time, she could only watch a tragedy unfold, and even tacitly accept the scheming behind it.
Watching Xu Jiawei's irrepressible smile, a trace of disappointment and helplessness flashed through Wang Xian'er's aged eyes.
"Your Majesty, Dai Yueheng is, after all, the heir