Beginning Clock-In Emperor

Chapter 80

In the Hall of Nourishing the Heart, the atmosphere is extremely frozen.

Xia Huang, Xia Chen, neither of them spoke.

Thirty years later, the Ninth Prince, who was only ten years old, was sent out of the palace and left in the ancestral land.

Thirty years in a flash, that is to say, Xia Chen is already forty years old.

But he looked like a twenty-year-old boy, young and handsome, with a temperament that surprised even Emperor Xia.

Calm, this kid is too calm.

No, forty-year-old people can’t be so young.

Emperor Xia was a little skeptical, and his divine consciousness quietly peeked out, wanting to check Xia Chen’s physical condition to see if there was any secret.

It’s a pity that Divine Mind scanned it a few times and didn’t find anything. No matter how you look at it, Xia Chen is like an ordinary person without a Cultivation Base.

In fact, Emperor Xia’s spirit was swept, he had already noticed it, just let the other person check it, after all, he had the perfect Cultivation Base Realm of Nirvana Third Stage.

If he didn’t want to, Emperor Xia would not be able to detect any Cultivation Base and breath.

Because Xia Chen could see through Xia Huang’s Cultivation Base, Nirvana First Stage at a glance, there was a feeling of exhaustion in his body.

Emperor Xia, his fate is coming soon.

“Thirty years, Xiao Jiu, do you still hate me?”

After a long silence, Xia Huang sighed quietly.

Looking at the emperor father in front of him, Xia Chen faintly saluted: “Emperor father, the sons and ministers are not jealous, nor will they be jealous.”

Emperor Xia waved his hand and sighed: “Thirty years, I owe you.”

“Do you know why I sent you out back then?”

He suddenly asked.

Xia Chen’s thoughts moved, and calmly said: “Because the children participated in the usurpation plot?”

“Plotting to usurp the throne, haha…”

Xia Huang smiled, his smile was ironic.

He hummed: “Do you think I am a fool?”

“You were only ten years old, would you participate in a plot to usurp the throne?”

The words also revealed the doubts Xia Chen had been thinking about.

Yeah, I couldn’t figure it out for 30 years, why did the Ninth Prince Xia Chen, who was only ten years old, actually participated in the plot to usurp the throne?

This in itself is unreasonable, even if you are not an adult, you want to usurp the throne, and Xia Chen has no memory of it.

In other words, usurping the throne is a joke, and being implicated is the real thing.

“Father, please make it clear.”

Although Xia Chen had guessed something, she still pretended to ask.

Emperor Xia looked at him faintly, and sighed for a long time: “For thirty years, I have never taught you well and owed you too much.”

“Originally, if you were dissatisfied with sixteen, you could not go out of the palace, but because of my momentary confusion, I drove you to the ancestral land and stayed there for 30 years.”

“It’s normal for you to hate me in your heart, and I don’t blame you.”

Xia Huang said every word, with a trace of guilt in his words.

But the ancient well in Xia Chen’s heart was not waved, there was not a trace of waves, and it was a little terrifying calmly.

For the Emperor Xia in front of him, he didn’t have the slightest feeling for him, and it was even the first time he had met.

If he wasn’t the Ninth Prince, he wouldn’t care about it, but the identity was here, and it wouldn’t work if he didn’t admit it.

“Fine, for thirty years, I owed you after all, I didn’t give you any teaching, and didn’t let you complete your due prince studies.”

When Xia Huang said this, he regretted it a little.

He was sent to the ancestral land as soon as he was ten years old. After thirty years, even if he had an amazing talent, he would become a useless person.

When he came back thirty years later, Xia Chen had not received any education from the royal family, or even taught as a prince.

This is tantamount to this life.

Moreover, Emperor Xia knew that Xia Chen did not have any talent for Martial Dao, so he was already in middle age at the age of forty.

“I ask you, what compensation do you want?”

“No matter what it is, as long as it can be done, I will answer you.”

Xia Huang suddenly said something.

Hearing this, Xia Chen’s first reaction was, this old man wanted to test him?

“Father, my sons and ministers don’t need anything, I just want a place to enjoy my old age.”

Xia Chen said calmly.

When these words came out, Xia Huang was stunned, staring at him with scorching eyes.

The two looked at each other, but Xia Chen looked calm and composed, and Feng Qingyun generally did not feel any fear at all.

Emperor Xia was silent, and the kid said that he only wanted a place for the elderly.

“You are an adult, and you should have obtained your own fiefdom, but let this matter go for the time being, I will arrange it for you.”

Xia Huang thought for a long time, watching the calm Xia Chen’s heart move, and said this.

“Originally, an adult prince could not stay in the palace, but since you have been in the ancestral land, I feel I owe you too much.”

Speaking of this, Xia Huang paused and looked at Xia Chen’s expression, but unfortunately there was no change at all.

His mind turned sharply, and he said: “I, allow you to stay in the West Palace for a while, and then I will give you a fief when I choose a good day for you.”

“What do you think?”

After Xia Huang finished speaking, he quietly looked at the son who hadn’t seen him in thirty years.

Xia Chen bowed lightly and said indifferently: “The sons and ministers would like to thank the emperor father, everything depends on the emperor father.”

“Okay, go down and rest.”

Looking at the nine sons in front of him, Emperor Xia was in a complicated mood, with a hint of surprise.

I always feel that I can’t see through this son in front of me.

Had it not been for Emperor Xia’s special means to verify that Xia Chen was his bloodline, he would even suspect that it was faked by others.

“Children retired.”

Xia Chen bowed and left the Hall of Nurturing Heart.

As soon as I came out, I saw Duke Tan who had been waiting here for a long time.

“His Royal Highness, please follow me.”

After Tan Gonggong finished speaking, he took the lead and took Xia Chen to the West Palace.

At this time, in the Hall of Nourishing Heart, Emperor Xia sat there silently, his eyes gleaming.

“How, what’s wrong?”

Huang Huang suddenly spoke lightly.

As soon as the voice fell, a dark shadow appeared quietly.

“Your Majesty, it is indeed His Majesty the Nine Princes, the blood is pure and flawless, and there is no falsehood.”

The black shadow said hoarsely.

After hearing that, Emperor Xia was silent, his eyes flickering violently.

Just listen to him faintly saying: “I haven’t seen him in 30 years, why is he still so young?”

“Your Majesty, the Nine His Royal Highnesses have lived in the ancestral land for 30 years without marriage.”

The shadow said something hoarsely.

The Emperor Xia was stunned and was silent.

Thirty years of distribution, and forty years old. As the ninth prince of Daxia, there is not a single woman, and he is still a boy.

This made Emperor Xia silent, with a sense of owe in his heart.

As a prince, there is not a woman even after forty years old, not to mention the princess, not even a concubine, not even a little maid.

This is totally inconsistent with the treatment that a prince should have.

“I owe him too much.”

Emperor Xia sighed suddenly.

“Cough…” As he said, he coughed suddenly and violently.

The next moment, Xia Huang coughed up a trace of blood in his hand, and the dark red blood stain contained a trace of toxin.

“Your Majesty…” Black Shadow stepped forward in a panic, but was blocked by Emperor Xia.

Xia Huang slowly said, “I’m fine, you go to collect the daughters of the dignified boudoirs in the house of the Chinese minister, Xiao Jiu should also have a marriage.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The black shadow answered, and disappeared quietly.

Only Xia Huang sighed faintly.

“I, time is running out. It seems that we must determine the crown prince as soon as possible.”

After Xia Huang finished speaking, a graceful figure flashed in his mind, and the whole person was stunned.

Thinking of Xia Chen’s unhurried, calm and composed, Qiyu Bufan, isn’t he the best successor to a little training?