Chapter 932 Exhausted Soul
"All right."
Xue Qinghe's gaze was still fixed on the blood-red sunset in the sky. The afterglow sprinkled on his face, reflecting a somewhat complicated expression.
I don't want to get entangled with Ye Qiu any more.
The words unconsciously took on a hint of sarcasm.
"You should go check on your Xue Ke as soon as possible. She must really need you by her side in her current condition."
"Okay, but you'll be mine too."
The corners of Ye Qiu's mouth rose slightly, with a determination to win.
He shrugged, as if he didn't care about Xue Qinghe's attitude. Then, he made a bold move and raised his hand directly.
With a "pa" sound, he slapped Qian Renxue on the butt.
This muffled sound seemed particularly abrupt in the silent atmosphere, and a burning feeling of shame instantly hit Qian Renxue's heart.
The man's face suddenly turned red.
His eyes were filled with anger.
Qian Renxue was so angry that she gnashed her teeth.
"you!"
However, before Qian Renxue could finish her next words, Ye Qiu turned around as if nothing had happened and walked towards Emperor Xue Ye's bedroom alone.
"Bastard!"
Qian Renxue couldn't help but let out a delicate cry, and covered the soft flesh that was slapped in shame and annoyance.
the strange thing is.
I actually felt a little happy in my heart.
Some complicated emotions intertwined in her heart, making her smile somewhat at a loss.
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Tiandou Empire.
As one of the two most prosperous empires on Douluo Continent, the luxury of its palace is self-evident.
The palace of Emperor Xueye.
It gathers all the treasures in the world in one place, fully demonstrating the majesty and dignity of the royal family.
Ye Qiu took a few steps.
You can see rare treasures arranged in an orderly manner, whether it is warm and beautiful jade, gems sparkling with mysterious light, or exquisitely crafted porcelain, all of which demonstrate the strong heritage of the empire.
Ye Qiu slowly walked into the bedroom, passed through the long corridor, and finally saw Xue Ke's figure on the huge terrace behind the bedroom.
The dark yellow afterglow fell like a veil, covering the entire terrace with a layer of lonely color.
Xue Ke's outfit was somewhat similar to the one Ye Qiu wore when he first saw her in the Prince's Mansion.
On her head she wore a golden laurel wreath.
In the afterglow of the day, her hair flickered with a soft glow, as if inlaid with a dazzling golden edge.
The short white hair that reaches the ears is neat and tidy, yet playful, but now she looks a little more haggard.
She was wearing a white palace dress, the hem of which was as light and flowing as clouds, and the swan patterns embroidered on it with gold needles were lifelike.
Every feather seems to speak of the royal nobility and elegance.
Xue Ke’s delicate and childish face.
After being carved by the years, she has become mature, but she still looks haggard.
Her thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Like two small fans, they looked pure and charming, but the dull black color around their eyes revealed her fatigue and worry these days.
Those slightly long and narrow eyes were a little fragile and contained sadness.
Her skin was still as fair and rosy as ever, even more delicate and smoother than the finest mutton-fat jade, and her figure was even more exquisite. Her every move revealed her noble and elegant temperament, without any sign of being inferior to that of an imperial princess.
And sitting on the throne in front of Xue Ke.
He is an old man who is about to die.
Although he was still wearing the golden-red robe that symbolized imperial power and the Yaotian crown inlaid with countless gold diamonds on his head, his former spirit and energy had long since dissipated.
Emperor Xue Ye's eyes were dull and lifeless, his face was as stiff as a wooden sculpture, and his skin had become withered and shriveled.
These marks don't look like they were left on him by the years.
He was just an empty shell at this moment.
There was nothing I could do but sit there quietly, waiting for consciousness to fade away.
A flash of blood appeared in Ye Qiu's eyes.
That was the unique light of the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan. Staring at Emperor Xue Ye, Ye Qiu looked him over inside and out.
His brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were full of solemnity.
With powerful insight.
He could tell at a glance that Emperor Xue Ye was in a very bad condition.
Physically, due to not being able to eat on his own for a long time, he has become severely malnourished. If he continues to lose weight, he will become just skin and bones.
And the most important thing is.
The soul of Emperor Xue Ye seemed to have dried up, like a candle that was about to go out, and he was barely hanging on with only the last bit of thought.
Xue Ke was quietly accompanying Emperor Xue Ye, watching the setting sun with him.
Gently massaged his father's shoulders.
Her movements were slow and gentle, and her eyes were filled with worry for her father.
Ye Qiu saw this.
He slowly retracted the bloodshot light in his eyes, took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then walked towards Xue Ke with steady steps.
His lips parted slightly, his voice gentle and low.
"Xue Ke~"
"..."
Hearing Ye Qiu's familiar voice, Xue Ke's graceful figure was obviously stunned for a moment, and the movements of her hands also stopped.
She turned her head slightly and looked at Ye Qiu who was walking towards her, tears welling up in her eyes uncontrollably.
"Ye Qiu!"
Xue Ke could no longer suppress her inner emotions and eagerly threw herself into Ye Qiu's arms, her voice filled with tears.
All the sorrow and worries of these days found an outlet at this moment.
"sorry"
Ye Qiu hugged the girl tightly in his arms, feeling her slightly trembling body, his heart filled with apology and pity.
He stroked her hair gently, his movements gentle.
With the sweet and soft beauty in his arms, Ye Qiu now had no distracting thoughts at all, and only deep love for Xue Ke in his heart.
"No, it's not your fault."
Xue Ke buried her head in Ye Qiu's arms, shaking her head continuously, her voice choked with sobs.
Holding the corner of Ye Qiu's clothes tightly.
"Ye Qiu~"
Xue Ke cried out sadly, then started sobbing, hugging Ye Qiu and crying bitterly.
These two days, I have been looking at the appearance of Emperor Xue Ye.
She was heartbroken.
He is clearly a living person, but he acts like a puppet.
In Ye Qiu's arms.
Xue Ke can finally let go of all her strength and vent her emotions to her heart's content.
"Father, Father, will he never wake up again?"
Xue Ke raised her head and looked at Ye Qiu with tearful eyes, her eyes full of fear and helplessness.
"Will not."
Ye Qiu comforted her softly, his voice firm and powerful, trying to give Xue Ke some hope and comfort.
However, before he could say anything more.
Xue Ke felt her mind was fuzzy and her body gradually lost strength.
"Ye Qiu~ I, I'm a little tired."
Xue Ke said weakly, her voice getting smaller and smaller.
I don’t know when.
Xue Qinghe had walked in quietly.
Looking at the man and woman hugging each other, his eyes dimmed slightly and a trace of guilt surged in his heart.
With heartache, he gently scolded:
"Sister, you haven't eaten for so long, of course you'll feel tired."
(End of this chapter)