Only Xue Ye and Xue Qinghe remained in the spacious hall.
When Xue Ye revealed his intentions, Xue Qinghe forgot to breathe.
What was going on?
Why had Xue Ye suddenly made this decision?
This was...
Too wonderful!
Xue Qinghe was inwardly ecstatic, but his face showed shock and profound sorrow.
"Father, how can you say something so disheartening? You'll definitely be all right. Mister Dugu will cure you before long."
His voice trembled as he spoke.
"Silly child, if I could be cured, it would have happened long ago. Why would it have dragged on until now?"
Xue Ye shook his head with a bitter smile. "Actually, I have my reasons for doing this. I don't want to drag the empire down because of my own condition."
He then recounted what Dugu Bo had told him.
Xue Qinghe was shocked. "What? Just keeping your condition stable costs that much?"
The Heaven Dou Empire's annual tax revenue was only a few hundred million. After deducting the various expenditures on people's livelihoods, even less reached the treasury.
Yet Xue Ye's treatment would cost tens of millions?
That was terrifying!
"Ah, tens of millions is only the beginning. It will only grow more expensive."
Xue Ye sighed. "But perhaps that's for the best. It has helped me make up my mind about certain matters. Before I pass away, I must resolve them for you."
"Father, please don't give up on treatment. Even if it costs a hundred million, our Heaven Dou Empire can afford it."
"There's no need."
Faced with Xue Qinghe's insistence, Xue Ye shook his head.
His world-weary eyes seemed to have long since seen through worldly affairs. "I summoned you to inform you of my decision, not to ask your opinion. And there are several other things I must