Chapter 92 - Your son has been dead for a long time

"What did you say?"

"Xiaoxue is not your sister at all?"

Yu Luomian's roar echoed throughout the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

He couldn't believe that someone with a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit wasn't from their clan.

"I didn't expect it either, but she revealed her identity herself."

"Six-winged Angel Spirit, the spirit of the Pope from Spirit Hall."

"The Pope's bloodline possesses a set of spirit bones called the Angel God Suit, which includes spirit bones that can disguise both appearance and spirit."

"She must have used that spirit bone's effect to disguise her Golden Holy Dragon spirit."

"So at the Blue Tyrant Academy, all her spirit skills were amplification-type, and she had two spirit bones strong enough to shatter my domain."

After hearing Yu Xiaowei's analysis, Yu Luomian took a deep breath.

After exhaling, he smiled in relief.

"Luckily, she's not my daughter."

"Good, good."

Seeing Yu Luomian cheerful again, Yu Xiaowei also felt relieved.

After all, no one wanted to see siblings kill each other.

Now that his father's worries were resolved, the next issue was with the royal family of the Heaven Dou Empire.

He didn't believe Qian Renxue would dare to stay in Heaven Dou City pretending to be Xue Qinghe after her true identity was exposed.

At that moment, in the Heaven Dou Palace,

Emperor Xue Ye was reading the reports submitted by his ministers.

He used to be full of energy, but now there were dark circles under his eyes and he looked somewhat depressed.

Lately, he had been staying up all night.

He couldn't understand how his son could do such rebellious things.

However, the more he read the intelligence reports from his spies, the more terrified he became.

It was now basically confirmed that the second and third princes were killed by Xue Qinghe.

Even his daily meals had been tampered with by Xue Qinghe.

Compared to that, Xue Qinghe's efforts to win over geniuses everywhere seemed trivial.

Now, Xue Qinghe had been placed under house arrest by imperial order.

At first, Emperor Xue Ye thought he would do something extreme.

Unexpectedly, the reports from the spies each day all said that Xue Qinghe was staying quietly in the Prince's Mansion and not going out.

So Emperor Xue Ye had no idea what Xue Qinghe was planning.

Logically, after being exposed for poisoning his two brothers and even his father, he should be furious and ashamed.

Why was he just crouching at home every day, as if he didn't care that Emperor Xue Ye had stripped him of his rights?

For a moment, even the wise Emperor Xue Ye was filled with doubt.

Xue Beng now appeared like a fool—clearly unfit to be emperor. Compared to Xue Qinghe, the difference was night and day.

So deep down, he thought: If only Xue Qinghe could prove his innocence…

Knock knock knock——

"Your Majesty, Sect Master Ning of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and his son-in-law are here to visit you."

Upon hearing the voice of the guard outside, Emperor Xue Ye quickly tidied his appearance.

As you know, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was the only one among the three upper sects that supported the royal family. It had helped the Heaven Dou Empire survive many crises.

If not for the fact that the royal family's inherited spirit was too weak to produce powerful combat-type spirit masters—thus not meeting the sect's marriage requirements—the two families would have long since been united by marriage.

In this case, the royal family had to settle for the next best thing and have every generation of princes take the sect master as their teacher.

If they couldn't be family, they'd at least be teacher and disciple.

The current sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi, was Xue Qinghe's teacher.

"Does he have something to say about Qinghe?"

Just as Emperor Xue Ye guessed Ning Fengzhi's purpose, Ning Fengzhi entered with Yu Xiaowei.

"Master Ning, long time no see."

Emperor Xue Ye smiled gently and nodded to Ning Fengzhi.

"Yes, it's been years."

"Those two naughty boys who used to mess around in your father's study have aged in the blink of an eye."

Ning Fengzhi also smiled.

Emperor Xue Ye had been a student of Ning Fengzhi's father, and the two had been close since childhood.

Later, one inherited a great empire, the other a great sect.

Due to their busy lives, they rarely met.

"Hahaha."

Emperor Xue Ye laughed heartily. Amid all his troubles, meeting an old friend was truly comforting.

"Is this your son-in-law?"

"I didn't expect Rong Rong to have grown up already. That little girl already found herself a husband so quickly."

Yu Xiaowei bowed slightly and smiled.

"It's an honor to meet you, Emperor Xue Ye."

"Hehe, you're quite the handsome young man. If royal princesses could marry commoners, I would've gladly married Xue Ke to you."

In high spirits, Emperor Xue Ye jokingly teased Yu Xiaowei.

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and, ignoring the joke, spoke seriously.

"Xue Ye, I came today about something very important—it concerns the royal lineage of your Heaven Dou Empire."

"Is it about Qinghe? Then don't say it. I already know he tried to kill me."

The smile vanished from Emperor Xue Ye's face, replaced by a somber expression.

He hadn't expected the royal scandal he had kept hidden so long to reach even his old friend.

Ning Fengzhi shook his head, looked him in the eyes, and said gravely:

"It's not about the poisoning—but something even more serious."

"Xue Qinghe..."

"...is not your son!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Xue Ye was clearly displeased.

Was Ning Fengzhi implying he had been deceived?

What a joke. He would know with one look if Xue Qinghe was his son—how could he be mistaken?

Emperor Xue Ye's expression darkened, and his tone grew less polite.

"Fengzhi, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Qinghe is my son—how could he not be?"

At that moment, Yu Xiaowei, standing beside Ning Fengzhi, spoke up.

And the first sentence out of his mouth stunned Emperor Xue Ye.

"Your son died a long time ago."

"The current Xue Qinghe is a Spirit Hall high priest named Qian Renxue in disguise."

"She killed the second and third princes—and she's the one who poisoned you."

"Our source is a deep-cover operative inside Spirit Hall—a spiritual master named Yan. It's confirmed."

"You can send someone to the Prince's Mansion to verify it. She's already fled, and it'll be easy to confirm this."

After Yu Xiaowei spoke, Emperor Xue Ye's expression grew worse.

When he heard the last part, he clutched his chest, his entire body trembling, and his face went pale.

After a deep breath, he didn't avoid Ning Fengzhi or Yu Xiaowei but directly ordered the guards to conduct a full search of the Prince's Mansion.

Once the guards left, the study fell into dead silence.

Ning Fengzhi saw his old friend's condition and tried several times to offer comfort, but didn't know where to start.

After half a day, the guards returned and reported that the Prince's Mansion was empty—completely clean, with no trace left behind.

This news shattered Emperor Xue Ye completely.

He never imagined that three of his four sons were now dead.