273. Meeting The Crown Prince

"......"

Qian Renjue looked at the young Ning Rongrong in front of him with a strange expression.

Has she always been this bold when speaking, even at such a young age?

Qian Renjue asked curiously, "Do you really understand what it means to be a fiancée and a fiancé?"

"Why wouldn't I understand?!" Ning Rongrong grabbed Qian Renjue's sleeve and tilted her head.

"Daddy said we will be together for life, loving each other. You’re the one who's supposed to play with me until we die."

"Play until we die?"

Qian Renjue’s mouth twitched.

"Are you sure Sect Master Ning really said that?"

"Of course."

Ning Rongrong nodded confidently, her delicate eyebrows furrowing on her pretty face, making her look even more adorable.

"Daddy said a lifetime is from birth to death."

"Heh, yes, that’s true."

Qian Renjue smiled awkwardly.

It seemed her words had been artistically "enhanced" A little by Ning Fengzhi.

"Then why did you ignore me?"

Ning Rongrong still clung to the earlier question, her small hands resting on Qian Renjue’s arm. She tilted her head, gazing up at him with wide eyes, looking so innocent and cute.

"......"

Qian Renjue opened his mouth, but no words came out. In the end, he could only surrender, given their age difference. He had no choice but to treat her like a child.


With a resigned sigh, he asked, "So, how exactly do you want me to care for you?"

Ning Rongrong blinked her bright eyes and flashed a pure, innocent smile. She raised her right hand, tapping her lips with her finger, deep in thought.

"Hmm, well..."

Now it was her turn to fall silent.

From birth until now, she had never lacked for anything.

She got everything she wanted, played with bone dragons like toys, and treated the Seven Kill Sword as part of her games. No one had ever needed to give her anything.

Her bright eyes swept over the dishes in front of Qian Renjue, and she noticed the sparkling pink drink in the corner of the table.

Ning Rongrong swallowed, her face showing a hint of craving.

She tugged on Qian Renjue's sleeve and said in a sweet voice, "Big brother Holy Son, I want to drink that. Can you pour me a cup?"

"Hmm?"

Qian Renjue didn’t pay attention to the way she addressed him. He looked toward the corner of the table, where a transparent glass bottle stood filled with a bright red liquid.

"Sure."

Qian Renjue nodded lightly. Though children could be a bit troublesome, they were easy to please.

He reached out and picked up the glass bottle, pouring a cup for Ning Rongrong.

"Big brother Holy Son, my name is Ning Rongrong."

Ning Rongrong’s eyes turned into crescent moons as she sweetly introduced herself.

Qian Renjue gave a slight nod.

"Hehe!"

Ning Rongrong lay on the table, her face close to the glass, looking up at Qian Renjue’s handsome face.

Curiously, she asked, "Big brother Holy Son, do you really need a hundred-thousand-year soul ring for your seventh ring?"

"Yes, that’s true."

Qian Renjue responded softly, frowning slightly as he watched the bubbles rise in Ning Rongrong's glass.

"Wow! Big brother Holy Son, you’re amazing!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes were full of surprise. She excitedly grabbed her glass with both hands, her small tongue flicking across her peachy lips.

Meanwhile, Qian Renjue tasted a bit of the liquid from the bottle himself, taking a small sip.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Is this...wine?"

"Yes! It’s strawberry-flavored fruit wine, sweet and sour. It’s so good!"

Ning Rongrong squinted her eyes happily as she held the glass up to her lips. "Daddy usually doesn’t let me drink it."

Just as she was about to take a sip, a large hand swiftly intercepted her.

"Ah! That’s mine! Big brother Holy Son, give it back!"

Ning Rongrong raised her hands and tried to snatch the glass back.

"You’re too young for wine. Just stick to juice."

Qian Renjue scolded her lightly.

"Juice is boring!"

Ning Rongrong pouted, her brows furrowed, and her eyes glared at him stubbornly.

"......"

Qian Renjue’s mouth twitched.


"Anyway, you can’t have wine."

Qian Renjue took the glass away and set it aside. But as the cup floated in the air, Ning Rongrong flinched, thinking the wine would spill on her.

The glass, under Qian Renjue’s control, floated across the table and landed in front of Ling Yuan Douluo.

"Sister Ling Yuan, you drink it."

Qian Renjue looked at the giggling Ling Yuan and rolled his eyes.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Ling Yuan laughed as she accepted the glass.

"Ah?"

Ning Rongrong watched helplessly as the wine was swiftly emptied by Ling Yuan. Her little face scrunched up in frustration.

Turning her head with puffed cheeks, she glared at Qian Renjue.

"Big brother Holy Son, you don't care about me, and now you're bullying me!"

"Don’t be silly. I’m just taking care of you by not letting you drink."

Qian Renjue placed the glass bottle back in its spot on the table.

At that moment, footsteps could be heard approaching from outside the hall.

Ning Fengzhi entered, followed by Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, and beside him was a young man, around twenty years old.



Though not very handsome, he had a clean, upright appearance, with neatly tied hair falling down his back.


Dressed in a simple blue robe, he carried a unique aura, looking calm and approachable as he conversed easily with Ning Fengzhi.

Qian Renjue’s lips curled slightly, knowing this “Crown Prince” was none other than his sister Qian Renxue in disguise.

With a few more steps, Xue Qinghe, under Ning Fengzhi’s guidance, arrived at the table.

Qian Renjue stood up.

"Haha, apologies for keeping you waiting, Holy Son."

Ning Fengzhi remained as elegant as ever, his presence soothing.

"You flatter me, Sect Master Ning. This short wait was nothing."

As Qian Renjue spoke, he exchanged a glance with Xue Qinghe, but received no acknowledgment in return.

Xue Qinghe's eyes were filled with confusion.

Qian Renjue was taken aback.

Could it be that the person in front of him wasn’t his sister? That couldn’t be. There was no way he’d mistake her.

"Let me introduce you."

Ning Fengzhi glanced at Ning Rongrong, who still looked puffed up with anger, but he kept his face calm. He gestured to Qian Renjue.

"Holy Son, this is the future heir to the empire, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe."

After a brief pause, Ning Fengzhi introduced Xue Qinghe to Qian Renjue.

"Qinghe, this is the current Holy Son of the Spirit Hall."

"Crown Prince, I’ve heard much about you."

Xue Qinghe extended his hand, offering a friendly smile.

Qian Renjue eyed the silken gloves, feeling reassured.

He reached out and gave a slight squeeze, applying just enough pressure, his face still smiling.

"Hello, future Crown Prince."

"Heh."

Xue Qinghe chuckled as she withdrew her hand, but there was a hint of annoyance in her eyes as she glared at Qian Renjue.

Her hand had been squeezed a bit too hard.

Qian Renjue pretended not to notice.

Who told her to act like she didn’t know him?

Qian Renjue glanced over and saw Ning Rongrong secretly pouring herself more wine.

He quickly reached out and snatched the glass away again, setting it aside.

"Ah!"

Ning Rongrong looked at her empty hands and bit her lip, raising her delicate eyes to glare angrily at Qian Renjue.

Seeing the little scene, Ning Fengzhi finally understood and smiled to himself.

It seemed he had misunderstood earlier.

Ning Rongrong and the Holy Son seemed to be getting along just fine.