Chapter 73: Prince Xue Qinghe

In the small courtyard, Ye Qiu, who had already freshened up, was sitting in the gazebo within the flower bed, enjoying the breakfast brought by the servants.

Xiao lan moved back and forth among the flowers, picking blossoms and crafting a floral crown for herself.

Wearing the floral crown, she joyfully spun around, her blue and gold-patterned long skirt dancing in the wind.

Truly, she was charming and lovely.

"Brother, is Xiao lan beautiful? Haha~"

Watching Xiao lan dance gracefully like a butterfly, Ye Qiu heard her question, and some fragmented images flashed in his mind, but he couldn't recall them.

He was about to answer when a figure in blue rushed into the courtyard.

"Xiao lan! Let's go. Today, I'll take you to... Oh! You're awake!?"

"Rong Rong, sister~"

Ning Rongrong, looking at Ye Qiu sitting in the gazebo, screamed halfway through.

Blushing, looking flustered, she wanted to leave in a hurry.

"Hehe~ Thanks to you, I've slept for a whole day and night!" Ye Qiu looked at her, sneering.

Slap! Ye Qiu slapped the table and glared at her.

"Why did you lie me!"

"What... What did I lie you about? I clearly just grabbed the wrong thing! Is that not allowed?" Ning Rongrong endured the embarrassment, straightened her neck, and stood defiantly with hands on hips.

"Grabbed the wrong thing? How about forcibly pouring it down my throat!" Seeing that Ning Rongrong dared to point at him and speak nonsense, he felt wronged. He wasn't about to let it go.

"What! That's enough!" Ning Rongrong slammed her hand on the table.

Seeing that Ye Qiu still dared to point at her nose and say that he was angry being deceived, she was obviously the one who suffered a loss, why did she Ning Rongrong has to be treated like this? suffering from his anger?

I don't pretend anymore, it's a showdown!

"Speak your mind! What's the issue? It's evident that I've suffered a significant loss, you scoundrel! A lowlife!" With these words, she advanced, swatted away Ye Qiu's hand, and pointed accusingly while unleashing a barrage of insults.

"Tsk~haha!" Ye Qiu chuckled indignantly, wondering about his alleged transgression.

"Brother, Sister Rongrong"

"It's none of your business!" ×2

Their voices were surprisingly consistent.

"Oh~" she responded with a sense of grievance. Xiaolan approached, then darted away, her eyes brimming with innocence.

Ignoring Xiao Lan, Ye Qiu focused on gauging the strength of Ning Rongrong's accusations.

"Miss Rongrong! You mentioned suffering a loss? Am a scoundrel? Who are you referring to!?"

"Don't you know?" Ning Rongrong looked at him with surprise.

"I should know?" Ye Qiu regarded her skeptically, then nodded. "I really should know!"

"How could you not know?" Ning Rongrong felt a mix of relief and anger—no, not just a little,but very angry.

"How would I know?" Ye Qiu was almost baffled by her statement.

'How can this scoundrel not know! Could it be that her first kiss was so forgettable?' Ning Rongrong glared at Ye Qiu, growing more furious as she dwelled on "You should let me know quickly!" Ye Qiu urged.

Snapp! "That's enough!" Ning Rongrong slapped the table.

"F***! If I, this lady, am in a bad mood and want to deceive you into having a drink, what's the big deal? It's your honor to drink with me! Deceiving you, what's wrong with that? What's wrong! Can you still claim a loss!?"

"You!" Ye Qiu wanted to retort, but she cut him off.

Approaching Ye Qiu, poking his chest, she continued to rage, forcing Ye Qiu to retreat.

"You scumbag! Drinking one cup and sleeping for so long. Xiao lan drank a whole bottle, and nothing happened to her. You still have the nerve to speak!"

"You big man, you can't even drink it in sips. You're useless! You scumbag! Are you really a scumbag! Scumbag!"

"Scumbag! Scumbag!" Ning Rongrong repeated the last two words, her face turning red, her voice becoming sharp.

Xiao lan covered her ears from a distance, thinking, 'Sister Rong Rong is scary!'

Ye Qiu stood still, shocked by Ning Rongrong's strong reaction, his ears buzzing.

"Hmph! You've angered this lady. Xiao lan, let's go. I'll take you shopping and eating in Tian Dou City today!"

Ignoring Ye Qiu, she called out to Xiao lan and walked away.

"Coming, coming!" Xiao lan ran out of the flower bed, thinking, 'The world is vast, and the food is the greatest!'

"Did I offend her?" Ye Qiu looked at Xiao lan, sinking into deep self-doubt.

"Xiao lan doesn't know either! Brother, I'm going to play now. Here's the floral crown for you! Hehe~"

Jumping up, Xiao lan placed the floral crown on Ye Qiu's head and ran outside.

"Rong Rong, wait for Xiao lan!"

As she ran to the courtyard gate, Ye Qiu finally regained his senses.

"Xiao lan! No more drinking!"

"Got it, Brother!"

"Ignore that scumbag!" Ning Rongrong's voice came from outside.

"...," Ye Qiu silently sat down, carefully recalling where he might have offended her. Shouldn't he be the victim?

Sitting quietly in the gazebo, Ye Qiu traced the memories from the night before, piecing together those fragments.

"I remember she poured herself a large glass of wine, and then... I saw Xiao Wu? No, no, it seems to be Zhu Qing?"

"No! She poured me two glasses of wine!"

"Oh dear!" Ye Qiu scratched his head. "Right! I think I mentioned that I dislike her! Is it because of that?"

Just as Ye Qiu was carefully refining his memories, a servant entered, interrupting his thoughts.

"Young Master Ye Qiu! The Master invites you to the meeting hall!"

"Hmm? Alright, I'll go now!"

Setting aside those distracting thoughts, Ye Qiu adjusted his clothes, removed the floral crown Xiao lan had put on him, and followed the servant to the hall.

Ye Qiu speculated that it must be related to the task he asked Ning Fengzhi for help with.

Following the guidance, the journey didn't take much time, and Ye Qiu quickly arrived at the entrance of the hall.

Currently, there were only two people in the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Pagoda Clan's meeting hall.

One was, of course, Ning Fengzhi, the clan leader, and behind him stood the Sword Douluo.

"Ye Qiu, you've finally come!"

Before Ye Qiu could enter, Ning Fengzhi called out to him.

"Master Ning!" Just as he entered the hall, Ye Qiu saluted him.

"No need for formalities, please have a seat." Ning Fengzhi gestured for him to sit.

"Kid, your cultivation has broken through again!" Sensing Ye Qiu's aura, the voice of the Sword Douluo abruptly sounded.

"Hehe, just a lucky breakthrough!"

"Hmph! Strength is strength. No need for modesty!" In his eyes, strength was strength, and there was no need for any pretense.

"Hehe." Ye Qiu chuckled awkwardly, sitting obediently on the side.

"Haha, you are indeed a genius. It seems recommending you to the Crown Prince is indeed necessary!"

Hearing that Ye Qiu had broken through again, Ning Fengzhi expressed mild surprise and smoothly revealed the purpose of calling him.

"The Crown Prince?"

As Ye Qiu's words fell, footsteps were heard outside the hall.

Tap, tap!

"What a coincidence!" Ning Fengzhi sighed.

Ye Qiu's expression was somewhat strange. He didn't expect Ning Fengzhi to arrange a meeting with Xue Qinghe.

He was well aware that the real Xue Qinghe had long been dead in the northwest. The current Xue Qinghe was just a disguise by Qian Renxue.

Following Ning Fengzhi's gaze, they looked outside the door together. Ye Qiu was also curious about what Qian Renxue's disguised Xue Qinghe looked like, enough to fool even his own father.

Tap, tap! As the footsteps approached,

Ye Qiu suddenly felt something different. His eyes were inexplicably warm, and the three Tomoes in his eyes seemed to appear and disappear.

'What's going on? This feeling... seems familiar!'

Suppressing the fluctuations in his body, he felt strange in his heart. This feeling had appeared for the first time when he first arrived in Tian Dou City.

Outside, a young man kept approaching the hall.

He looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with golden hair.

Although his appearance was not just extremely handsome, it was charming, and he wore a neat golden robe, giving off an elegant and gentle feeling. He also wore a pair of black gloves.

At this moment, his humble expression seemed a bit stiff, and there was a palpitation in his heart. His soul power began to boil and became more and more intense.

'What's going on!? This feeling... it's happening again!'

'Does it have anything to do with the person Teacher introduced?'

Adjusting his breathing, suppressing the soul power fluctuations in his body, he slowly entered the hall.

It seemed like an inexplicable attraction!

As soon as he entered the hall, his gaze was drawn to a young man in a blue martial suit, exceptionally handsome.

Ye Qiu also felt something, looking in his direction.

The two involuntarily made eye contact—a kind of unprecedented feeling of wanting to get closer!

Hum!

'Not good!'

In his heart, Xue Qinghe exclaimed. His eyes flashed with shock, feeling his heartbeat suddenly accelerate, and he quickly clenched his fists.

Struggling to control the martial soul that was about to emerge, he quickly averted his gaze.

Ye Qiu also suddenly gripped the armrest of the chair, shifting his gaze away. His breathing became somewhat erratic.

'What's going on!?'

'Is it related to...?' ×2

(End of Chapter)