Xue Qinghe spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell unconscious.
By the time he woke up, it was already the following morning.
After Emperor Xue Ye had been "murdered" in his bedchamber, security at the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace had grown even tighter than before.
At present, no fewer than five hundred Soul Masters were taking turns patrolling outside Xue Qinghe's bedchamber alone.
Prince Xue Xing brought Tang San, Yu Dashi, and Liu Erlong to Xue Qinghe's bedchamber to request an audience.
Soon, a guard relayed the summons, allowing the two of them inside.
Xue Qinghe was not the only one in the bedchamber. Several familiar faces Tang San knew were there too: Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong.
At the sight, Tang San sighed inwardly.
Something major must have happened in the Heaven Dou Empire. Otherwise, Xue Qinghe probably wouldn't have summoned so many people.
Heh, Xue Qinghe, your day has finally come!
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
Xue Xing had the good sense to bow respectfully.
Xue Qinghe waved for Xue Xing to rise.
Tang San, however, was still immersed in his memories and failed to notice Xue Xing's actions.
And so, the proud-and-unbending incident happened again!
Xue Qinghe was already seething with anger. At this sight, his eyes narrowed, and he was about to erupt.
Smack!
"A mere live-in son-in-law, and you won't kneel before His Majesty? Do you think you're still the heir of the Clear Sky Sect? That you still have a Super Douluo guarding you?"
Having risen, Xue Xing acted swiftly, slapping Tang San across the face as he berated him.
"You..."
Tang San froze. His eyes slowly reddened as he looked up at Xue Xing.
Xue Xing was startled by the sudden change, but remembering the slap he had