Promise to Choose a Concubine

"Baili Jiajue, I must remind you that you are still the prince of the Battle Dragon Empire!" Helian Weiwei cautioned, aware of the consequences if he continued to pretend. "He will not take it well when he finds out, and even his cold demeanor will tremble."

Baili Jiajue glanced at her, returning to his usual cold and aloof appearance in front of others, before walking out of the ancestral hall.

Nangong Lie looked around and asked, "Speaking of which, where did that girl go? Why hasn't she come back for so long?"

A girl among the courtyard students outside the ancestral hall overheard Nangong Lie's question and replied shyly, "Are you referring to Helian Weiwei, Gongzi? Someone just saw Murong Shizi send a message asking her to meet him. She probably went to the Shangyuan area for the appointment. After all, she has liked Murong Shizi for a long time. No matter what people say, she will find a way to reconcile with him. If you want to find her, you can go to the Shangyuan area and look for her."

Nangong Lie smiled mischievously, "Oh, you know about it? Interesting."

The girl blushed and softly replied, "I just heard about it. Please excuse me." She hurriedly left the scene.

Baili Jiajue's slender fingers paused as he listened quietly, his expression unchanged.

Nangong Lie looked at him curiously and asked, "Ajue?"

Baili Jiajue responded with a faint tone, showing no particular emotions.

Nangong Lie rubbed his nose, feeling a sense of unease. He couldn't understand why Baili Jiajue seemed angry just now.

Ignoring Nangong Lie, Baili Jiajue slowly walked out of the courtyard, his slender figure disappearing into the dusk.

After making sure no one was around, a shadow swiftly moved through the treetops and kneeled on the ground.

Baili Jiajue glanced at the kneeling figure with a slight sweep of his eyes, his lips turning icy. "Go and inform the royal troops to wait for me at the foot of the mountain."

"Yes!" The shadow paused, lowering his eyes to receive the order. A hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. His Highness had been playing hide-and-seek with the Emperor Taishang for the past few days, but now he was summoning the royal troops. Could it be... that he had agreed to select a concubine?

In the bustling business courtyard, a man dressed as a scholar looked at Helian Weiwei, raising his chin as if he was giving her face. "Helian Weiwei, my young master said he can forgive you for your previous actions, but you should consider carefully. Once this marriage is annulled, there will be no turning back."

Helian Weiwei's face remained cold, her tone neither fast nor slow. "Are you done? If you're finished, leave quickly."

She was familiar with this man from the Murong Wang Mansion. She had followed Murong Changfeng closely for a long time, and she had always held herself in high regard. She never paid respects to famous ladies, considering it a mere habit.

"You... you!" The man was infuriated, as he was used to receiving respect from everyone. He represented the Murong Wang Mansion's prestige, and this woman's lack of fear towards him was unacceptable. In the past, she had chased after him everywhere to talk, asking him to deliver messages to the young master. And now she asked him to leave?

"Murong Weiwei, don't regret it!" The man gritted his teeth and stormed off in anger.

Helian Weiwei plucked her ears in disbelief and glanced at the onlookers around her. With an unchanged expression, she put one hand in her pocket and walked into the street with an air of indifference.

"These people are truly eye-opening," Hara commented with his usual arrogance.

Helian Weiwei raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you're awake? It seems your energy has recovered well."

"If we play a few more games, I'll be even better," Yuan Hao said, licking his lips with a bloodthirsty expression.

Helian Weiwei stroked the ancient book in her hand and chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I've already thought of whose blood we should spill."

Yuan Hao looked at the devilish smile on the girl's face, his thin lips curling up.

At Taibai Academy, they would never have imagined that centuries later, the Buddha statues would return!

"What did you say?" Murong Changfeng's teacup nearly shattered in his hand upon hearing the news of Xiao Yu's return.

Xiao Wei expressed his indignation, "That woman doesn't know her place. She even dared to dismiss me. Young master, she may have a sharp tongue, but her behavior is worthless."

Murong Changfeng was already upset, and now hearing Xiao Wei's words, he felt a heavy burden on his chest. He hadn't expected that he had extended an olive branch, and yet she had rejected him so blatantly!

Snap!

Murong Changfeng forcefully smashed the teacup, causing splashes of tea to hit the face of the man, who stood there in fright, pale and unable to utter another word.

Murong Changfeng took a deep breath, his expression filled with disdain. "You're right. A woman who doesn't recognize good from evil doesn't deserve any kindness from this world."

He had initially wanted to introduce her to her father, but if she disdained him to such an extent, he decided to let it go.

But he had fallen for the Supreme Master, and he truly believed that she would eventually come back to him, begging for his forgiveness!

Murong Changfeng glanced at Xiao Zhen and asked, "Has Father arrived?"

"Wang Ye has already arrived. He's currently discussing matters with the masters and will come over afterward." As soon as Xiao Zhen finished speaking, Murong Wang entered the room. He wore a luxurious imperial uniform, exuding an air of authority. When he saw his beloved son, a smile appeared on his usually serious face. "Feng'er."

"Father." Murong Changfeng quickly stood up.

Murong Wang placed a hand on his shoulder. "Good job. The masters here have been praising you for quite a while."

"Just flattery," Murong Changfeng replied, his cold and handsome profile unchanged.

Murong Wang appreciated his son's arrogance. "Well said, Feng'er. It's just flattery."

I came here this time because I was afraid it would be difficult for you to maintain a clear mind. I'm glad to see that you're so composed. By the way, where is Master Tutian? Why haven't I seen him in the academy this time?"

"The master is still searching for the genius he encountered in the Phoenix Tower that day," Murong Changfeng replied, clenching his fist. "I don't know who the other person is, but they've caught the master's attention. Even when I came to Taibai Academy, they didn't appear."

Murong Wang's gaze turned serious as he said, "It doesn't matter who they are. What matters is that although becoming a martial cultivator is commendable, Feng'er, don't forget your ultimate goal: to find a way to locate the War Soul Army and become one of them. Being a martial cultivator is merely a stepping stone for you."

"Father, rest assured. I have never forgotten what you said," Murong Changfeng replied, his face showing determination.

Murong Wang nodded with satisfaction and stroked his beard. "Feng'er, have you ever heard of Elder Ming Xiang from the Three Dynasties?"