His Royal Highness the Black Body

Puzzled by the scrap iron in Helian Weiwei's hand, Baili Jiajue asked, "What is this? It looks very interesting."

Nangong Lie was about to speak, but seeing Baili Jiajue's reaction, he quickly closed his mouth. He felt indignant that Baili Jiajue, who had practiced various martial arts since he was seven, was pretending to be clueless. Didn't he realize that the scrap iron was plentiful in the ghost hall for him to play with?

Baili Jiajue, with his impeccable acting skills, maintained a clean and innocent gaze. Helian Weiwei, being the skilled agent that she was, had no doubts and lazily explained, "These are practice tools for ordinary martial arts. They haven't taken shape yet, but once they're finished, I'll give them to you." She paused before adding, "Consider it compensation for your injuries that day."

Nangong Lie almost choked on his water, struggling to hold back his laughter. The Helian family's eldest miss was truly daring in her words and actions.

In the capital, no refined lady would bluntly mention things like "compensation for your injuries." Nangong Lie couldn't help but admire Baili Jiajue's unique taste.

"I'm looking forward to it," Baili Jiajue said, initially stunned but then slowly laughing, an eerie and wickedness emanating from his thin lips.

Watching from the sidelines, Nangong Lie began calculating how long the Helian family's eldest miss would survive.

To his surprise, Baili Jiajue appeared to be in a better mood than before. He even arranged the scrap iron meant for Helian Weiwei in an elegant manner.

However, there was nothing strange about this. Baili Jiajue's temperament was always enigmatic, and even he himself sometimes didn't know what he was thinking.

Helian Weiwei raised an eyebrow, observing Baili Jiajue's movements. She nonchalantly remarked, "Did you hear what those people said? Aren't you afraid that the things I make won't meet your expectations?"

Baili Jiajue replied in the same casual tone, "No need to worry." He supported his face with one hand, his other hand continuing to arrange the scrap iron for her. His ink-black hair hung loosely, and a faint fragrance of scrolls filled the air.

Helian Weiwei paused and took the scrap iron from his hand. "These things aren't great. If you encounter the right opportunity in the future, I'll make something better for you." She believed in treating those who believed in her differently.

Baili Jiajue, aware of the imperfections in the ice irons, maintained a hazy and inscrutable expression, appearing indolent.

Helian Weiwei knew that most of the new students admitted to the academy wished to have their own martial arts cultivation. However, since martial arts cultivations were valuable, the school didn't provide them to all new students, reserving the resources for the excellent academy.

Therefore, it was not surprising for Baili Jiajue to desire a martial cultivation.

But Helian Weiwei couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. Then it hit her—when she first saw him, he didn't even have any guards with him. Why had he ended up in such a state, unable even to afford a bachelor's hat? Nangong Lie's figure loomed in her mind, and their true identities were about to be exposed!

Baili Jiajue lowered his gaze, his tone light as he stated the facts. "I lost all my martial energy. My family only helped with the hospital fees and sent a single accompanying guard. They haven't done anything else since."

Upon hearing this, Helian Weiwei felt a connection to his fate. She patted him on the shoulder with a heroic gesture, saying, "Don't be sad. They will regret it in the future!"

Nangong Lie watched her actions, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

Miss Helian, could it be that you're the one who will regret it in the future?

No one had ever dared to pat the Third Highness on the shoulder like that. Ah, Jue, you're too skilled at pretending. You can even pretend to be an emperor!

"Really?" Baili Jiajue raised his eyes slightly, a soft smile playing on his lips. His dark, silky hair made him look like a well-behaved and delicate young boy.

Nangong Lie's expression showed a mix of admiration and confusion. "Wait, you're right. Are you referring to these martial arts cultivations or people?"

Furthermore, what was going on with Baili Jiajue? Why did he mention that his family only helped with the hospital fees and sent a single guard? It seemed he would be annoyed if there were too many people around.

Until now, the ministers and masters were still waiting for the carriage sent by the royal family, oblivious to the fact that Baili Jiajue had already arrived ahead of them.