Looking at the somewhat aggressive Sword Douluo,
Ning Fengzhi chuckled dryly.
He nodded helplessly, "Uncle Sword, I did know that before!"
"Well, well! No wonder you didn't object to Rongrong and Ye Qiu dating before, even letting them share a room. So you'd already planned this all along!"
Bone Douluo looked constipated, staring at the old fox, Ning Fengzhi.
"Couldn't you have told us sooner?" Sword Douluo frowned, somewhat annoyed.
"Uncle Sword, if I had told you earlier, you probably would have resorted to underhanded tactics,"
Ning Fengzhi said helplessly, looking at the two of them, the 'culprits' who had turned Ning Rongrong into a little devil.
If he had told them, Sword and Bone Douluos might not have agreed to exchange Rongrong's happiness for the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Fortunately, he received the news when Rongrong and Bone Douluo's relationship was just beginning to blossom.
Now, the situation was a happy one for everyone.
"That's true." Bone Douluo nodded in agreement.
This really did seem like something these two old fogies would do.
He then looked at Ning Fengzhi with some curiosity.
"By the way, where did you get this information? You don't seem like the type to trust people so easily."
"Hehe, it's quite a coincidence, I'm also very curious!"
Ning Fengzhi shook his head and chuckled, removing the two hands that were pressing on him and stretching his shoulders.
"Curious? What are you curious about?" Sword Douluo's face was full of strange expressions.
You feel curious, yet you still dare to trust others?
"Of course I'm curious!"
Ning Fengzhi paused, frowning, his smile gone.
Instead, his expression became somewhat serious.
Looking at the two Douluos, Sword and Bone,
he said in a deep voice, "Because the person who told me this information is actually the master of Yuexuan, Tang Yuehua!"
"What?! Tang Yuehua? Isn't he from the Haotian Sect?"
Bone Douluo's heart trembled.
Tang Yuehua's identity was naturally no secret to Ning Fengzhi and the others.
They all knew perfectly well that Tang Yuehua was the daughter of the previous sect leader of the Haotian Sect!
"Why would she know this? And why would she tell you?" Sword Douluo's eyebrows furrowed, his mind a complete mess.
"Yes! I'm a little confused too." Ning Fengzhi nodded, walking towards the entrance of the council hall, facing the blazing sun on the horizon, and slowly spoke.
He said, "At first, when I got this news from her, I thought Ye Qiu and the Haotian Sect had some connection. But now the situation is that Tang Hao's right arm has been cut off!"
"Phew~ Why would Tang Yuehua know this news, and why would she tell me? I have no idea! Ye Qiu has quite a few secrets!"
Ning Fengzhi sighed, not expecting that the relationship between Ye Qiu and the Haotian Sect would be so different from what he had guessed.
"This relationship is a bit complicated." Bone Douluo rubbed his temples, somewhat saddened.
Sword Douluo came up behind Ning Fengzhi, also looking somewhat melancholy.
"Fengzhi, after hearing what you said, I suddenly don't know if our choice today was right or wrong!?" "
Haha, Uncle Jian, don't keep focusing on Rongrong. The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda alone is enough for us to choose him! We need to have faith in him."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head and smiled wryly.
No one understood the value of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda better than him.
It broke the limitation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, which could only add seven rings. From now on, Rongrong's future would have infinite possibilities.
Once she reached the level of a nine-ring Title Douluo, she would be an undisputed god of support on the battlefield!
She would possess the power to turn the tide on any battlefield.
"Besides...besides his many confidantes, each and every one of them will be a pillar of the future Soul Master world!"
Putting aside his many concerns, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but smile heartily, raising his hand to catch the falling sunlight.
Rather than saying he had faith in Ye Qiu,
it would be more accurate to say he was very optimistic about the future of Ye Qiu and his confidantes!
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, seemingly sitting atop the three upper sects with imposing prestige, is actually in a period of decline.
When their swords rust and their bones decay
, how will they cope with the surrounding wolves with such meager resources?! He is only complying with his daughter's wishes
now . In the future, when they grow up, the rewards will be immense! The future belongs to the young. Ning Fengzhi's words were not mere idle talk! "Haha." Sword Douluo paused for a moment, then laughed, seemingly mocking himself. "In terms of assessing the situation, you, as the sect leader, are truly insightful!" Bone Douluo nodded. Ning Fengzhi, as sect leader, was indeed fulfilling his duties. Turning to Sword Douluo beside him, he said, "Just now, I thought you, you coward, had chickened out!" "Hmph! Old bone, I think you're really itching for a fight today, aren't you? When has Sword Dao Chenxin ever been afraid!" "Indeed itching, so what? Draw your hand." "..." Hearing the voices behind him... Ning Fengzhi found their noise bothersome. He shook his head helplessly, not wanting to waste any more words, and slowly walked away. ... On the other side. After Ye Qiu disappeared from Ning Fengzhi's sight, he arrived near the Crown Prince's residence in just a few breaths. A dozen steps later, he stood before the gates of the Crown Prince's residence. The defenses of the Crown Prince's residence were much tighter than on his previous visits. There was no one around, only sentries every ten steps, and a carriage had just driven away from the gate. Its exterior was exquisitely decorated; it must have been an imperial official coming to visit Xue Qinghe. It was an extraordinary time.
Ye Qiu couldn't stand out from the crowd.
The moment he saw him, someone stopped him,
their expression respectful.
"Young Master Ye Qiu, are you also here to visit His Highness the Crown Prince?"
"Indeed!" Ye Qiu nodded in agreement.
"Then please wait here a moment longer. These are extraordinary times, and we need to inform His Highness. We hope you will understand!"
The guard bowed deeply, and before he finished speaking, he winked at someone nearby, signaling them to go and inform His Highness.
"Thank you for your trouble!"
"It's alright."
The guard bowed and withdrew, and Ye Qiu waited quietly.
Inside the Crown Prince's residence, Xue Qinghe wasn't sitting in the reception hall.
Instead, he was in the back garden.
Beside him stood a young woman with a golden laurel crown, white hair, and a white dress, as graceful as a swan.
Her slender eyes held a gentle charm, her demeanor noble, and her face exquisite.
It was none other than the Empire's youngest princess, Xue Ke.
Xue Qinghe rubbed his temples.
The constant stream of officials had left him somewhat weary.
Seeing this, Xue Ke picked up the fruit knife on the table and asked with concern,
"Brother Crown Prince, shall I peel an apple for you?"
"Yes, thank you for your trouble!" Xue Qinghe nodded. At this time, no one should be coming.
Looking at Xue Ke, who had been coming to take care of him whenever she had free time these past few days ,
it would be a lie to say he wasn't moved.
But if she could ask less about Ye Qiu, that would be even better
. These past few days, Xue Ke had mentioned him almost every day.
He shook his head helplessly and leaned back in his chair.
"Hmph,"
he suddenly groaned, pulling at the wound on his chest, his brows furrowing.
"Your Highness, Young Master Ye Qiu requests an audience outside!"
"Hmm? Ye Qiu?"
Hearing this familiar name, Xue Qinghe's expression changed.
He hadn't seen Ye Qiu for a long time, and wondered what he had been busy with!
Xue Ke, who was peeling an apple, was also overjoyed.
Her face quickly flushed.
She couldn't forget Ye Qiu and remembered him vividly!
She immediately ordered the guard,
"Bring him in right now!"
"..."
The room fell silent. Seeing the guard with his head bowed and motionless, Xue Ke was taken aback.
She noticed a stern gaze.
Looking over, she saw Xue Qinghe glaring at her.
Xue Ke also reacted, her face flushed, and she put down the apple in her hand, slowly lowering her head.
Xue Qinghe then withdrew his gaze and looked at the servant.
"Go, invite him in!"
...
Having received permission to enter, Ye Qiu, familiar with the route, walked towards the back garden
without needing anyone's guidance. From afar, Ye Qiu saw Qian Renxue disguised as Xue Qinghe, and Princess Xue Ke beside him. As he got closer, he could see more clearly. At this moment, Qian Renxue, playing Xue Qinghe, still appeared as a young man, his face, not particularly handsome, was covered in paleness, adding to his sense of weakness and losing his usual elegance. He certainly looked like he had been seriously injured. Xue Qinghe looked at Ye Qiu walking towards him, his gaze calm and indifferent, his brows lowered, ignoring him. Xue Ke, however, secretly stared intently at Ye Qiu, unable to look away. Ye Qiu seemed to have grown even more handsome, more beautiful than before, and every move he made exuded nobility. "Brother Xue, Princess Xue Ke, it's been a long time!" Ye Qiu greeted them with a bow. As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Ke, about to speak, adorably covered her mouth. The events of just moments ago were still vivid in her mind. She was too ashamed to be presumptuous again. "Yes, it has indeed been a long time. I wonder what you've been so busy with!" Xue Qinghe straightened up, raising an eyebrow and glancing at Ye Qiu. His tone carried a hint of reproach. Ye Qiu was secretly observing him and didn't notice his slight odd behavior. He cut off the beginning and picked out the middle part, truthfully explaining, "I've been cultivating outside for a while! I only returned to Tian Dou City today. Hearing that Brother Xue had been assassinated, I came to visit him." "Oh? You're really thoughtful. Sit down and talk!" Xue Qinghe rolled his eyes inwardly; of course, he didn't believe Ye Qiu's story. Considering Xue Ke was there, he didn't make things difficult for her. Upon hearing Xue Qinghe speak, Xue Ke immediately stood up. Under Xue Qinghe's strange gaze, she personally pulled out a chair for Ye Qiu and even wiped it with her pristine white sleeve. Even with her swift movements, every gesture exuded elegance. Truly worthy of being Yuexuan's student. Her face was shy and timid, her voice soft and beautiful. "Ye Qiu, please sit!" "Yes, thank you, Princess Xue Ke!" Ye Qiu didn't stand on ceremony and sat down without hesitation. He wasn't a native and didn't feel much for this kind of royal power. As soon as he sat down, Xue Ke, who had been taking good care of Xue Qinghe, focused her attention on Ye Qiu. She personally poured him a cup of warm tea. "Ye Qiu, from now on, you should just call me Xue Ke. Calling me Princess is too formal." "..." Ye Qiu hesitated for a moment, glancing guiltily at Xue Qinghe's unpleasant expression. Under Xue Ke's expectant gaze, he slowly nodded. "I understand, Xue Ke!" "Mm!" Xue Ke happily sat back down, about to say something, but was interrupted by Xue Qinghe. "Sister Xue Ke, your brother is also a little thirsty!" He tapped the table next to his teacup, his voice somewhat sarcastic, looking at her coldly. "Oh, Crown Prince, I... I'll pour you some right now." Xue Ke blushed under his gaze and quickly poured him a cup. Then she obediently picked up the apple that hadn't been peeled yet. She didn't dare to say or do anything else. Xue Qinghe picked up the tea, took a sip, and teased, "Ye Qiu, long time no see, your charm has grown! You've even captivated my sister." "Crown Prince~ what nonsense are you talking about!" A blush quickly rose on Xue Ke's fair neck. She lowered her head, stole a glance at Ye Qiu, awkwardly touched her nose, and chuckled twice. "Brother Xue, you flatter me." Flattered?! Xue Qinghe's expression turned cold, and he gripped the cup heavily in his hand. When had he been praising him? A surge of anger welled up inside him. He frowned again, clutching his chest in pain. Seeing this, Ye Qiu remembered his business and looked at him with suspicion. "Brother Xue, do you know who tried to assassinate you?" "Hoo~" Xue Qinghe adjusted his breathing and shook his head. "I don't know either. That day, I had just come out of the palace without any guards with me. Suddenly, an arrow shot from afar pierced through me!" Xue Qinghe clutched his left shoulder, his face grim. If he hadn't sensed something and avoided a vital spot, he might have died on the spot! He wasn't entirely without suspects. But he couldn't possibly say such things in front of so many people. Ye Qiu suddenly understood. No wonder he was still assassinated despite having two Title Douluo protecting him. So that's how it was! This assassin had a knack for timing and choosing the right location. Or perhaps, he was just very lucky. He was only trying to prevent the guards from getting in the way, but he unexpectedly managed to catch the porcupine and the snake spear when they couldn't follow Xue Qinghe! Ye Qiu's gaze turned to Xue Qinghe, a strange look appearing in his eyes. He stared in surprise at Xue Qinghe, who was covered in cold sweat. His heart was filled with doubt and uncertainty. Could his injury really be that serious? Logically speaking, given the Heaven Dou royal family's resources and the Spirit Hall behind him...
Even if he was seriously injured, it shouldn't be this severe after just a few days!
Ye Qiu frowned, and the three tomoe in his eyes suddenly lit up.
He was immediately shocked!
There was some strange blood-red soul power wrapped around Xue Qinghe, seemingly eroding him.
That aura felt somewhat familiar to Ye Qiu,
but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
Feeling Ye Qiu staring at her, Xue Qinghe couldn't help but look at him in confusion.
Blood color entered her eyes.
A trace of color suddenly appeared on her pale face, and her heart felt stronger. A
look of infatuation flashed in her eyes, and a shy blush appeared on her face.
Xue Ke, who had been secretly observing Ye Qiu, also tightly gripped her thighs,
suppressing the urge to pounce on him.
Ye Qiu's face was solemn as he closed his Sharingan.
Before him appeared Xue Qinghe, gritting her teeth and looking furious.
His gaze fell on Xue Ke, whose face was flushed red and whose long neck was draped in pink gauze.
Two small hands rested on her tightly closed legs, fidgeting.
She was staring intently at him.
Noticing his gaze, without the allure of the Sharingan, her heart pounded, and she averted her eyes from Ye Qiu's.
Her lips parted slightly, and she breathed softly.
"Uh..."
Ye Qiu opened his mouth, somewhat speechless, extremely embarrassed.
This was tantamount to seducing Xue Ke in front of Xue Qinghe...
"Ahem."
He could only cough twice to ease the atmosphere.
"I wonder how Brother Xue's injuries are now? I have some herbs here that might help you!"
"No need, I'm not going to die yet!"
Xue Qinghe's face was still angry, his glaring eyes seemed to want to tear flesh off, and his words were extremely harsh.
Suddenly, a guard rushed over from outside the pavilion.
"Your Highness, Prince Xue Beng requests an audience!"
Wishing everyone a pleasant life!
(End of this chapter)