Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306: The Imperial Lord’s secret.

As he turned to leave, Xiang Yu’s eyes became fierce. He gripped the doctor’s wrist to the point of breaking it and pulled him down. Doctor Bright was pulled down to meet Xiang Yu’s line of sight, and when he saw the hostility in the young man’s eyes, his blood ran cold. "You mention it to my father, and I will kill you and leave you with no body to be buried. Now do your job."

Doctor Bright swallowed and nodded before Xiang Yu loosened his grip. Soon, the room had staff walking in and out with bloody clothes, and the painful groans of a man could be heard through the door.

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Han Xin had thought that Xiang Yu would be in his healing capsule, but he heard from the staff that Xiang Yu refused to use it. Han Xin’s brows creased. He knew Xiang Yu couldn’t endure any pain. Even for the smallest cut that would heal within hours, he would be eager to use the healing capsule. So what was going on? He wanted to see this for himself, so he walked up to Xiang Yu’s room. He was, after all, Xiang Yu’s attendant and wouldn’t be restricted from this area.

On his way, he was met with staff carrying blood-soaked cloths, their expressions distressed. He walked to the door, which was partially open, and saw a figure lying on the bed, rarely making a sound as the doctor treated his wounds. The two alphas of the Wu family were right by his bedside, looking so worried they could hardly focus on anything else.

Han Xin didn’t stay longer. He had already seen what he wanted to see. He turned to leave without looking back. Just because Xiang Yu had been reborn and took the punishment didn’t mean that would absolve him from everything that he had done to him in his past life. In this life, he wouldn’t even give Xiang Yu a chance to live one more day. He would speed up the end of his enemies, Xiang Yu included. This should be considered merciful.

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The Imperial Lord Xiang entered his bed chambers in the palace, his movements graceful and elegant as he poured a drink from his crystal decanter into a glass. He swirled the glass, the strong aroma assailing his nose. "Genesis, summon my beloved," he commanded.

The Artificial Intelligence responded, "Yes, Your Majesty. Summoning Empress."

Hearing this, one might think Genesis was sending a message to the Imperial Empress to come and accompany the Imperial Lord, but that was not what happened. The floor pulled apart, and a cylindrical object rose from below.

The golden tube came to a stop, and the opaque surface disintegrated, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman floating in a clear liquid, her eyes closed, appearing peaceful. The atmosphere was eerie.

Xiang Yize sat down with the glass in hand. It was clear that the empress was long dead, but he still spoke to her as if she were alive and well. "My love, you wouldn’t guess what Yu-er did," he said, waiting for an answer in the silence that followed.

He took a sip, the bitter liquid burning his throat. "Haha, honey, you are always so bad at guessing. Well, let me tell you, he actually lured those Wu girls to his palace to make friends. Amazing, right?" Again, silence followed, as if he were waiting for her to respond.

But when he finally achieved his dream and entered the world of the nobles, he was embarrassed by her. She didn’t meet the aesthetic standards of the elite, and he felt ashamed.

In his quest for acceptance, Xiang Yize took an omega into his arms, a woman who was pleasing to the eye and fit the noble’s ideals. This omega became the imperial consort, Peng Xiu’s mother.

It was only after he lost his wife that Xiang Yize realized the true extent of his loss. He suffered a severe mental breakdown but soon recovered, albeit with the delusion that he could still speak to his dead wife.

While Xiang Yize was enjoying his wife’s company, the door to Xiang Yu’s room opened. Xiang Yu, sleeping with his brows furrowed from the lingering pain, didn’t hear anything. He had been given sedatives, but he was still uncomfortable. Han Xin’s figure slipped into the dark room, moving silently.

Hex, who should have been actively watching over Xiang Yu, detected nothing. Han Xin had tampered with Hex’s system so thoroughly that the AI didn’t even know it had been hacked, rendering Han Xin invisible to Hex.

Han Xin approached the bed, his eyes narrowing as he observed Xiang Yu. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Xiang Yu’s breathing was shallow, and his body was tense even in sleep. Han Xin glared at him with a murderous look on his face.