Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority:

"Your Majesty has passed away."

The moment the words left her lips, a cry erupted.

The servants prostrated themselves on the ground and wept bitterly, while the imperial physicians kowtowed and begged for forgiveness.

Amidst the sorrow, Qian Renxue's figure stood tall like a lone pine tree.

She didn't cry.

Because she is the crown prince, the future master of the Heaven Dou Empire.

She cannot cry, nor does she need to cry.

The news spread like wildfire, reaching the entire palace in less than an hour.

Then the news spread to the imperial court and to the streets and alleys of Tiandou City.

Emperor Xueye has passed away.

Those court officials who had long since sided with the Crown Prince's residence immediately donned mourning clothes and rushed to the palace.

Those who were still observing and hesitating quickly made their decisions after the initial shock and rushed to the palace gates.

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi sat in his study, holding a teacup in his hand. When he heard the news, his fingers paused slightly.

"I understand." He put down his teacup, his tone as calm as if he were saying something he had expected.

"Prepare yourselves, we're going to the palace to offer condolences."

He didn't ask how Emperor Xueye died, nor why he died so suddenly.

Because there's no need to ask.

From the day he decided to support Xue Qinghe, he knew this day would come.

I just didn't expect it to come so quickly.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin glanced at him but said nothing.

Ning Fengzhi stood up and straightened his robes.

Chen Xin picked up the longsword and followed Ning Fengzhi towards the door.

Inside the palace, the mourning hall has already been set up.

White curtains hung from the ceiling, adorning the entire hall with a solemn and sorrowful atmosphere.

The coffin of the Snow Night Emperor was placed in the center, with kneeling servants and courtiers on both sides, weeping in mourning.

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Qian Renxue knelt before the altar, dressed in mourning clothes, her face filled with grief.

Her eyes were slightly red, as if she had been crying.

But only she knew that it was just kneaded out.

Queen Eva knelt beside her, also dressed in pure white, her long, dark hair tied in a simple bun, her emerald eyes lowered, her expression unreadable.

Snow White knelt behind Eva, her long, moon-white hair almost blending into the white curtains, her clear eyes calm as still water.

There was no sadness on her face, because she didn't have much affection for this nominal father.

But she knelt very properly, with impeccable manners, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Court officials arrived one after another, kowtowing, offering incense, and weeping before the coffin.

Each person's face carried just the right amount of sadness, and each person's sobs were controlled perfectly.

Qian Renxue returned the greetings one by one, her face filled with sorrow, yet her manners were impeccable.

Every movement she made was impeccable, and every word she uttered was perfectly fluent.

It was as if she were truly just a son who had just lost his father, a grief-stricken prince.

Outside the mourning hall, the people of Tiandou City also spontaneously hung up white banners.

The shops on both sides of the street were closed, the storytellers in the taverns had stopped, and even the usually bustling market was much quieter.

Regardless of what they think in their hearts, they always have to put on a show of mourning.

After all, it was the emperor who died.

The funeral lasted for seven days.

Seven days later, Emperor Xueye's coffin was placed in the imperial mausoleum, where he rests alongside previous emperors.

The Heavenly Dou Empire cannot be without a monarch.

As the crown prince, Xue Qinghe's succession to the throne is a legitimate and natural thing.

In the imperial court, civil and military officials stood on both sides.

Qian Renxue, dressed in the Crown Prince's court robes, stood at the very front.

Beside her were Queen Eva and Snow White.

Behind him were the court officials who had long since sided with the Crown Prince's residence.

The Minister of Rites, holding the pre-prepared edict of succession, stood on the steps and read it aloud in a loud voice:

"Crown Prince Qinghe is benevolent, filial, intelligent, and capable of inheriting the throne. Therefore, in accordance with the imperial edict, he shall ascend the throne as Emperor."

After the imperial edict was read aloud, all the civil and military officials knelt down and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

Qian Renxue turned around and faced the kneeling courtiers, her face displaying just the right amount of humility and authority.

"All of you, rise."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

There was a power in that voice that made people afraid to look directly at it.

It wasn't the oppression of soul power, but rather the aura of control that superiors possessed from birth.

The court officials all stood up, bowed their heads, and dared not meet her gaze.

From this day forward, the Heavenly Dou Empire has a new master.

The enthronement ceremony was held in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Adorned in a golden dragon robe and wearing a twelve-tassel crown, Qian Renxue sat on the dragon throne, a symbol of the empire's highest power, looking down at the civil and military officials kneeling below.

There was no smile on her face, only a deep, unshakable majesty.

She had waited too long for this moment.

So long that she almost forgot who she originally was.

A thousand feet of snow.

Sendo-ryu's granddaughter, Bibi-dong's daughter.

That woman who was burdened with a mission from birth.

Now, she has finally ascended the throne of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

In the name of Xue Qinghe.

Queen Eva stood behind the beaded curtain, her emerald eyes peering through it at the golden figure on the dragon throne.

A slow smile crept onto her lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a genuine joy.

Her plan has finally completed its first step.

Snow White stood beside Eva, her long, moon-white hair gleaming softly under the pearly light of her crown.

She looked at Qian Renxue on the dragon throne, a complex emotion flashing in her clear eyes.

Ning Fengzhi was also standing among the court officials at this moment, raising his head slightly to look at the young emperor on the dragon throne.

A faint smile played on his lips, but a thoughtful glint flashed in his eyes.

Xue Qinghe's ascension to the throne owes much to the support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

This favor will have to be repaid in the future.

Investing in a young and promising emperor yields far greater returns than investing in an aging one.

After the enthronement ceremony, Qian Renxue returned to the Imperial Study.

She dismissed all the servants and sat alone behind her large desk.

The hem of her dragon robe spread out on the chair, and the beaded tassels of her crown hung down in front of her forehead, swaying gently with her breath.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes, contemplating the future.

The Imperial Study was quiet, with only the occasional crackling of the candlelight and the faint sound of the night watchman's drum coming from afar outside the window.

She leaned back on the large dragon throne, the beads on her crown gently clinking together, making a soft tinkling sound.

The mountain of official business, the endless audiences of court officials, the suffocatingly complicated funeral procedures... all of this was like an invisible net, wrapping her up completely.

She recalled the first few years she spent infiltrating the Heavenly Dou Empire.

Back then, her thoughts were almost laughably naive. All she wanted was to become the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, then hand the country over to the Spirit Hall, so that her mother, Bibi Dong, would see her worth.

She wanted to show Bibi Dong that she could do things that others couldn't.

However, more than a decade has passed.

The passionate and innocent girl from back then has now ascended to the throne.

She became the nominal supreme ruler of the Heaven Dou Empire, wielding the power of life and death, and able to decide the fate of thousands with a single word.

But then?

Qian Renxue opened her eyes and her gaze fell on the huge map of the Heavenly Dou Empire in the corner of the Imperial Study.

She once thought that once she sat in this position, everything would fall into place.

He would hand over the Heaven Dou Empire to the Spirit Hall, then retire gracefully to cultivate, inherit the legacy of the Angel God, and live the life he desired.