Douluo: Becoming Qian Renxue

Chapter 286 Death on a Snowy Night
Tiandou Empire Palace
In the Emperor's bedroom, Emperor Xue Ye was lying on the soft bed, his eyes were dull, and he looked as if his soul had been taken away. At this moment, he was no longer the same as he was a year ago in the Soul Master Competition. His hair was completely white, and it seemed that he was not far from death.

Xue Qinghe, the crown prince, was sitting next to him, his eyes revealing sadness. He grabbed his weak hand and murmured, "Father, you will definitely get better."

Emperor Xue Ye opened his mouth and wanted to say something, he himself felt that he was not far from death.

"Qing... He, you must... be wary of everyone. The king is always... lonely..." His voice was as soft as a mosquito or fly, barely audible.

Emperor Xue Ye's face was covered with deep wrinkles, as if the years had carved countless traces on his face. His eyes revealed a trace of fatigue and helplessness, as if he had experienced too much wind and rain and vicissitudes.

Xue Qinghe held Emperor Xue Ye's hand tightly, and the sadness in his eyes surged like a tide. His lips trembled slightly, as if he was trying to control his emotions. His body trembled slightly, as if he could not bear the pain of his father's impending death.

A relieved smile appeared on Emperor Xue Ye's face. He used up the last of his strength to gently stroke Xue Qinghe's hand, as if to tell him that he had tried his best.

“Prince, you must... be careful of the Spirit Hall..." Emperor Xue Ye continued to remind him.

Xue Qinghe slowly raised his head, which had been lowered due to sadness. His eyes were slightly red, and the corners of his mouth cracked, revealing a smile, "Father, what...?"

“Are you starting to remind you to be on guard against our Spirit Hall so soon?” His eyes revealed a kind of madness that Emperor Xue Ye could not understand.

The dying Emperor Xue Ye thought he had misheard, but when he saw the expression on Xue Qinghe's face, his cloudy eyes suddenly widened, "You...you..."

He tried hard to raise his hand to criticize Xue Qinghe for his nonsense, but found that his hands were pressed firmly on the bed by Xue Qinghe. How could he, a dying man, possibly be stronger than Xue Qinghe?

Xue Qinghe looked at Emperor Xue Ye, the smile on his face became more ferocious, his eyes flashed with madness, as if he had lost his mind.

"You old thing, you are finally going to die." Xue Qinghe's voice was low and hoarse, with a creepy aura.

"I spent a lot of effort to save your life. But I didn't expect my uncle to be so stupid. I tricked him into poisoning you with just a few words."

Emperor Xue Ye's eyes were as big as copper bells, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't say a word. His face was full of fear and despair, as if his soul had been taken away. He couldn't believe that the person in front of him was his elegant prince.

Imperial uncle… ?
Good! What a great Snow Star! How dare you harm him!
Xue Qinghe's voice became deeper and deeper, like the whisper of a demon, and his eyes flashed with madness, as if he had lost his mind. He held down Emperor Xue Ye's hand tightly, not letting him move, like a ferocious beast.

"You...you..." Emperor Xue Ye's voice trembled, his eyes were filled with pain and despair, as if his world was collapsing. His body began to tremble, and his face became paler and paler, like a piece of white paper.

"You beast, how dare you betray me!" Emperor Xue Ye's voice was filled with anger and hatred, as if his soul was burning.

"Betray you?" Xue Qinghe's voice was filled with disdain. "Do you think I care about your feelings?"

"Well! You actually..." Emperor Xue Ye coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood, "... dared to merge with the Spirit Hall!" Xue Qinghe looked at him coldly without saying a word.

Emperor Xue Ye's eyes were burning with anger, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "You betrayed...your country...you..."

Xue Qinghe's face was expressionless, and his voice was cold and calm: "I am just pursuing my goal, my power, and my glory. I will not be stopped by anyone, not even you."

"Power and glory are my soul, my dignity, and my conscience. I will pursue them at all costs, even at the cost of your life."

Emperor Xue Ye's body was shaking, but he could no longer make a sound. His eyes were filled with pain and despair, as if telling of his inner struggle.

Xue Qinghe stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Emperor Xue Ye's eyes, and a red pill appeared in his hand. The pill flickered with a faint light, like a burning star. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the surrounding light, like a precious gem.

"Father, eat it, and you won't feel pain after eating it." Xue Qinghe's voice was still cold.

Emperor Xue Ye's eyes fell on the pill, and his eyes were full of fear. He knew what this pill meant, it would end his life.

His heart was filled with anger and sadness, and he didn't understand why this happened. He once had high hopes for Xue Qinghe, hoping that he could become an excellent emperor, but now he found out that he was wrong.

Emperor Xue Ye was terrified, his face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He wanted to shout for help, but found that his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible force and he couldn't make a sound.

Tears flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto the bed sheets. He never thought that the son he had loved for many years could be so cruel and heartless that he would actually kill him.

Xue Qinghe looked at the dying Emperor Xue Ye with no emotion in his heart, as if he was looking at a stranger. There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, as if he was completing something that had to be done.

He stuffed the pill into Emperor Xue Ye's mouth and forced him to swallow it.

The pill melted in his mouth, and a cool feeling instantly spread throughout his body. Emperor Xue Ye's body began to tremble, and his eyes revealed a trace of despair, as if he had seen the shadow of death.

The voice of Emperor Xue Ye became weaker and weaker, as if he might disappear at any time. His breathing became more and more rapid, as if he was fighting a final battle with the god of death. There was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, as if he was telling of his unwillingness and regret. His hands tightly grasped the bed sheet, as if he was grasping at the last glimmer of hope.

After a while, Emperor Xue Ye stopped breathing, and his body became stiff, like a sculpture. Xue Qinghe loosened his hand, stood up, and looked coldly at the corpse on the bed.

The corners of Xue Qinghe's mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of barely perceptible pride.

(End of this chapter)