"It won't go that far, will it? Emperor Xue Ye and Xue Qinghe are father and son, after all. Surely things won't reach that point!"
Tang Yuehua's delicate brows furrowed. She still harbored a little hope.
After all, in Tang Yuehua's eyes, Xue Qinghe had always been a gracious gentleman, as warm and refined as jade.
He bore no resemblance whatsoever to the sort of sinister scoundrel who liked using poison.
But Tang San stood by his judgment and said with a cold laugh, "Aunt, this is no time to cling to wishful thinking. Besides, whatever Xue Qinghe is thinking, we need to see Emperor Xue Ye right now."
"If Emperor Xue Ye dies, everything will truly be beyond saving."
Tang Yuehua froze for a moment, then asked, "But we can't even get inside right now. Are we supposed to force our way in?"
With Xiao Bai, a rank ninety-seven Titled Douluo, present, storming the Heaven Dou Empire's Imperial Palace would hardly be a problem.
But how the Heaven Dou Empire would view them afterward was another matter entirely.
Thus, although Tang Yuehua found Tang San's words perfectly reasonable, they remained at a loss. Were they really going to force their way into the Imperial Palace?
"If my aunt's gold token won't do, why don't you see whether mine will get us inside?"
Tang San had come prepared. He stepped forward, retrieved a gold token from the Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night, and handed it to the captain of the soldiers.
This token was different from the one Tang Yuehua held. It was the Crown Prince Token Xue Qinghe had given Tang San back when he had tried to recruit him.
Tang San: *You didn't see this coming, did you, "Qian Renxue"? The token you gave me has become the