281. First Fiancee

At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan:

Once all the guests had left, Qian Renjue returned to the manor, carrying Ning Rongrong in his arms.

Ning Rongrong was playing with his golden hair, reluctantly asking, “Brother Holy Son, won’t you come back home with me to play?”

“No,” Qian Renjue shook his head. He still needed to see Lingling and the others to clear up some things.

As Ning Fengzhi approached from the front, Qian Renjue reminded her again, “Rongrong, you must remember your promise. Don’t talk nonsense, okay?”

“I promise! I’ll do whatever my fiancé says!” Ning Rongrong raised her dainty hand, making a vow with a playful orchid finger gesture.

“…”

Qian Renjue closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, a bit speechless. She probably didn’t fully understand what those words meant.

“Ha ha…”

“Brother Holy Son, you must remember to come see Rongrong, or I’ll cry for you!” Ning Rongrong giggled as she pressed her cheek against Qian Renjue’s handsome face.

“I’ll try. You should also work hard and stop being so lazy.”

Looking at the lively and clever girl, Qian Renjue felt she wasn’t as troublesome as he had imagined.

“Mm, Rongrong will work hard!” She nodded enthusiastically, her mischievous eyes making it hard to tell whether she was sincere.

“Holy Son, Rongrong,” Ning Fengzhi, along with Xue Qinghe and a few others, stood before Qian Renjue.

“Holy Son, I hope Rongrong didn’t give you any trouble?” Ning Fengzhi asked.

“Daddy, don’t say bad things about me!” Ning Rongrong frowned, clearly displeased.

“She was fine,” Qian Renjue spoke honestly, smiling as he gently set Ning Rongrong down.

“Hmph,” Ning Rongrong pouted, clearly dissatisfied with his answer.

Qian Renjue ruffled her short pink hair, then turned to Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe, smiling, “Sect Master Ning, with all the guests gone, it’s time for me to take my leave.”

“Oh? Holy Son, why not stay a little longer?” Ning Fengzhi asked, watching his daughter’s obedient demeanor with a hint of envy.

“Yes, yes! Stay longer!” Ning Rongrong chimed in, cheerfully holding onto Qian Renjue’s hand.

Shaking his head, Qian Renjue politely declined, “I have some matters to attend to in Heaven Dou City.”

“In that case, I won’t keep you. I look forward to our next meeting,” Ning Fengzhi said, understanding the situation.

“Holy Son, are you heading into the city? Why not join me?” Xue Qinghe invited with a smile.

“Of course,” Qian Renjue agreed without hesitation.

Ning Fengzhi smiled and said, “Then allow me to escort you both.”

“Thank you, teacher,” Xue Qinghe nodded slightly.

With Ning Rongrong holding his hand, the group walked toward the city gate.

At the gate, Salas had already prepared for their departure. After saying their farewells, Qian Renjue turned to them, “Sect Master Ning, elders, and Rongrong, farewell for now.”

“Until we meet again,” Ning Fengzhi replied, holding Ning Rongrong’s hand as they watched him depart.

“Goodbye, Brother Holy Son!” Ning Rongrong waved her little hand, watching Qian Renjue board the carriage.

As Ling Yuan’s figure entered, Salas flicked the reins, and the wheels began to roll forward slowly.

“Teacher, I’ll be heading back as well,” Xue Qinghe said, smiling as he bid them farewell.

Ning Fengzhi nodded, “Please send my regards to His Majesty.”

“I will,” Xue Qinghe nodded before boarding his own carriage, following closely behind Qian Renjue’s.

“Fengzhi, what’s he heading to Heaven Dou City for?” Bone Douluo asked, puzzled.

Ning Fengzhi sighed, guessing, “I assume he’s going to meet the young lady from the Nine-Hearted Begonia Clan.”

Qian Renjue and Ye Lingling often met at the Heaven Treasure Restaurant, and as a shareholder, Ning Fengzhi was well aware of this.

However, there wasn’t much he could do about it. His Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was threatened, and the betrothal gifts had already been accepted.

“That kid!” Sword Douluo furrowed his brows, saying sternly, “I hope he doesn’t bully our Rongrong. Otherwise, I’ll have to teach him a lesson, face or not.”

“Nine-Hearted Begonia… the girl from the Ye family?” Ning Rongrong tilted her head, confused.

She looked up and asked innocently, “Daddy, what are you talking about? Why would anyone bully Brother Holy Son?”

“Rongrong, we’re worried he might bully you,” Bone Douluo said earnestly, his large hand resting on her silky hair.

“He won’t,” Ning Rongrong shook her head, smiling naively. “Brother Holy Son is very kind to Rongrong. He even stopped me from drinking.”

Sword Douluo added, “But he doesn’t just have one fiancée.”

“Huh?”

“Yes, the girl from the Ye family that your father mentioned is also his fiancée,” Ning Fengzhi explained. He thought it was better to be upfront with her about this matter.

“So what you’re saying is…” Ning Rongrong pondered, raising her finger to her lips, furrowing her brows in thought. After a moment, she looked up with an unexpected smile.

“You’re saying that I, Brother Holy Son and that girl will all play together forever?”

“…”

Ning Fengzhi was stunned. Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged confused glances, equally speechless.

“Was Rongrong wrong?” she asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Ning Fengzhi chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ll understand one day, Rongrong.” He held her small hand, leading her back inside.

As they walked, the smile on Ning Rongrong’s face gradually faded, replaced by a furrowed brow. Brother Holy Son was going to see another fiancée, and it suddenly felt like her toy had been taken away.

“Daddy, can’t we go see Brother Holy Son too?” she asked with a longing expression.

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Under Xue Qinghe’s orders, the royal carriage rode side by side with Qian Renjue’s, with golden light connecting the two vehicles.

Quietly, Qian Renxue slipped into Qian Renjue’s carriage.

Thud!

There was a soft collision, and Qian Renjue let out a muffled sound of discomfort.

“Ah, Sister? Be careful!”

“Hm?”

Qian Renxue propped herself up on the cushion, pausing for a moment. Seeing Qian Renjue beneath her, she blushed and couldn’t help but giggle softly, “Haha, I didn’t want the coachman to notice.”

“Get up already. You’re making it hard for me to breathe,” Qian Renjue groaned, turning his face away as her golden hair tickled him.

“Hmph! Playing with your little fiancée, huh? Already grown bold?” Qian Renxue teased, poking his cheek with a playful smile, though she still didn’t move.

“Are you going to see your big fiancée next?” she asked, a hint of teasing in her voice.

“I already told you,” Qian Renjue pushed at her waist, “get off me!”

“Oh, but I’ve already arranged for you to meet her at the Heaven Treasure Restaurant,” Qian Renxue said, twirling a few strands of hair as her fingers lightly brushed against his chin. She leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing his face.