Suddenly, Qingge said loudly: "The son's failure to teach is the father's fault. Master Wang, should you reflect on yourself?"

Wang Shangdao committed suicide to kill her but failed, so he became her fault?

Wang Yunhe paused in his steps and suddenly turned back to look at Qing Ge, "Beyond human beings, there are mountains beyond the mountains. There are nine heavens beyond the sky. Empress, the mountains are high and the roads are far away. Let's wait and see."

If I don't avenge my son's murder during my lifetime, I will burn myself in the Beizhou Hall. After my death, I will be trapped in the eighteenth level of hell, unable to see my parents again."

Wang Yunhe looked at Ye Jingfeng: "Ye Jianzun, the sons and daughters you raised are all cruel, vicious, ruthless and indifferent. You are really a failed father."

Ye Jingfeng said with a stern face: "Master Wang, it is not your turn to discipline the children of my Ye family. My son, Your Highness the Nine Realms, and my daughter, the First Emperor of Dongzhou, your sons are short-lived. The Wang family has no descendants, so you have this time to discipline them."

My children, why not go back home and kneel in the mourning hall to apologize to the ancestors of your royal family."

It was rare for Ye Jingfeng to speak harshly, and every word was more piercing than the sword. Ye Jingfeng was frightened when he thought that Wang Shangdao actually blew himself up to kill Qingge, and then heard Wang Yunhe put all the blame on Qingge, how could he?

Can you be kind and cheerful?

The last queen of the Wang family... These four words pierced Wang Yunhe's heart like the tip of a needle.

He asked Wang Shangdao to practice with great concentration for a long time just so that he could shine in the heaven-sacrifice ceremony.

The decline and prosperity of a race depends not only on whether the population is prosperous, but also on the achievements of the younger generation.

For example, although Ye Qingge was born in a lower plane, her achievements far exceeded those of contemporary young people.

As long as Ye Qingge sits on the throne, the Ye family will never decline, but will only prosper and get better and better.

Wang Qinghong was once the number one genius in the Divine Realm, with immeasurable potential. In the future, he would break through the Origin Realm and join the Thousand Clans.

No matter how poor Wang Shangdao's qualifications and talents are, Wang Yunhe believes that as long as he teaches carefully and uses countless treasures of heaven and earth to assist him, he will definitely be successful.

He understands this child Wang Shangdao. He has endured hardships and practiced hard these days just to give the Wang family a chance.

Unexpectedly, not only did he lose, but he also lost to Liu Yan'er, who was in the realm of a great spiritual master. Wang Yunhe couldn't afford to lose face, and the palace couldn't afford to lose it, and Wang Shangdao didn't dare to see Wang Yunhe... All of this created Wang Shangdao's tragedy.

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He is a mediocre person, his qualifications are not as good as others, and he is destined to be unable to carry high expectations.

Wang Shangdao's arms drooped down, his skin was wrinkled and piled together, and the blood dripping from his body.

Wang Yunhe left the competition place, carried him to the peach blossom forest next to Mingyuan Villa, dug the soil with his bare hands in front of the peach blossom tree, dug a huge pit, and buried his son in it.

"Dao'er, one day, my father will sacrifice the empress' head to your spirit in heaven.

My child, she has a good journey, her father will never let her go, absolutely not!"

When the empress was still in Tiandiyuan, he had the ability to kill Ye Qingge, but he did not do so.

Now it seems that it is all his fault for being soft-hearted.
Chapter completed!