Douluo: I really am not an ice god!

Lingtian looked at the seal in his hand and asked doubtfully, "Why is this seal different from the one I had before?"

When he got the three fiefs in the Far North before, Xue Ye also gave him three fief seals to take over the fief, but the color of the three seals were all white, and now Xue Xing gave him These two seals are indeed golden.

Before Xuexing could speak, Qian Renxue explained directly: "The fiefdoms of the Tiandou Empire are divided into three levels according to the local prosperity, and the colors of the seals given are white, purple, and gold. Among them, you have The three fiefdoms chosen in the Far North are all on the lowest level, so they have white seals. The two fiefdoms Uncle Wang just gave you are the most prosperous royal fiefdoms, so the colors are the highest level. Golden Seal.”

I see……

Lingtian nodded slightly, a look of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"Qinghe is right." Xue Xing smiled lightly, stroking his beard and said: "These two fiefdoms were given to me by His Majesty back then, and they are of no use if they are left in my father's hands. You just happened to be enthroned a few days ago. How can the princes of the Tiandou Empire not have fiefdoms in their hands, so after much thought, I gave them to you, Tian'er, as a meeting gift."

Thinking that when he didn't know that Lingtian was his son, he felt secretly happy because he chose a poor fiefdom, Xuexing felt a burst of blush and guilt for this.So after knowing the truth, Xuexing immediately used the two richest pieces of his fiefdom to compensate his son. No matter what the reason, he could not let his child be wronged.

Although these two fiefdoms can provide a large amount of income every year, they are insignificant compared to their own sons.

"..."

Lingtian looked at the box in his hand and hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted it under Xue Zhou's hopeful eyes.

Although he is not short of money, this still comes from Xuexing's heart.

Besides, who would dislike having more money?

"well!"

Seeing this scene, Xuexing finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a cheerful smile appeared on his slightly older face. Being able to accept his gift made him happy enough.

"In two days, my father will take you to hand over them in person. From now on, they will be divided under the name of King Tianbing."

"Thank you, father." Lingtian said softly.

"We are all a family, why are you being polite to my father?" Xuexing waved his hand and laughed loudly.

"God..."

After hesitating for a moment, Xuexing asked tentatively, "My father and Your Majesty plan to announce your identity tomorrow. I wonder what do you think, Tian'er?"

Lingtian nodded and said, "Okay."

Lingtian truly felt the concern that Xuexing and Ning Yu had for him, so he wanted to try to accept them.

At first glance, Xuexing thought Lingtian was going to refuse, so he waved his hand magnanimously, "Of course, if you want to slow down a little longer, my father will change the date with His Majesty tomorrow... eh? Tian'er, do you agree?" "

"Well, just tomorrow." Lingtian confirmed.

"Hahaha, good good!"

Xuexing laughed excitedly and clapped her hands repeatedly to express her mood at the moment.

The couple were originally prepared to be rejected by Lingtian. After all, they had never taken care of a child in 12 years. Although this matter was not their original intention, it was natural for the child to have some emotions. They They are ready to fight a protracted battle to get Lingtian to accept them.

After all, Lingtian is now not only his Xuexing's son, but also the Tianbing King of the Tiandou Empire.

I never thought that the surprise would come so quickly!

Tian'er unexpectedly agreed to reveal his identity for the first time when they met.

After that, Ning Yu began to ask about Lingtian's childhood. Before she heard that she had not met Qian Renxue, Lingtian and the old man lived in an abandoned wooden house, and there was a five-year-old child after the old man left. When Ning Yu went to the streets to beg for food, she couldn't help but shed tears.

Even Xuexing couldn't help but have slightly red eyes at this moment.

That was his Xuexing's son, the only heir to the Prince's Palace.

A person who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth has suffered such suffering that was not originally his.

To put it bluntly: if Lingtian wasn't very lucky, he probably wouldn't have been able to meet Qian Renxue when he was six years old, let alone reunite their family like they are today.

And even Qian Renxue, who already knew everything, was touched again in her heart.

Although Lingtian never blamed herself for the incident, and this matter indeed had nothing to do with him; as the saint of Wuhun Palace and the future heir to the position of pope, she still felt guilty towards Lingtian.

Ning Yu felt a sore nose and hugged her son tightly.

While stroking Lingtian's long hair, she sobbed: "Son, my son, you have suffered all these years..."

"It's all over." Lingtian touched his nose and pretended to be relaxed: "And the old man is actually very good to me. Without him, you wouldn't be able to see me."

"Yes, I have to thank that old gentleman. I must thank you. Mom will accompany you there in a few days."

"Ah."

at dusk.

Under Ning Yu's reluctant eyes, Lingtian and Qian Renxue left the palace.

Although both Xuexing and Xuexing wanted Lingtian to stay in the mansion tonight, considering that they had just met each other today, they still respected the child's idea and allowed him to return to the Prince's Mansion.

It is an unexpected joy that Lingtian can recognize them now.

…………

Prince's Mansion, Study Room.

Lingtian and Qian Renxue walked into the study one after another.

Looking at Qian Renxue, who was obviously worried, Lingtian stepped forward and asked softly: "Why is sister Xueer so depressed?"

"No, it's nothing..." Qian Renxue shook her head, but her beautiful eyes flashed slightly.

After spending so long with Qian Renxue, how come Lingtian couldn't tell the difference.

"Sister Xue'er, I told you."

Lingtian took two steps forward and held Qian Renxue's cattails. His ice blue eyes were full of seriousness, "The Wuhun Palace is the Wuhun Palace, and you are you. I have grudges with the Wuhun, but this doesn't matter. Influence I like you.

Why can't you think about it and insist on taking these things on yourself? "

Qian Renxue lowered her head and fell into silence.

She understood what he meant, but she was not an ordinary member of the Wuhun Temple. She was the saint of the Wuhun Temple, and she was even very likely to be the next pope.

How could such a special identity not affect their relationship?

Thinking of this, Qian Renxue's eyes turned slightly red, and complex emotions of confusion, confusion, sadness all swirled in her eyes.

"Because, I am Wuhundian..."

Before Qian Renxue could finish speaking, Lingtian interrupted, "Sister Xue'er, if you are really sorry, I have a good solution."