His Highness was slightly angry

Helian Weiwei chuckled softly, interrupting the tense atmosphere. "Oh, Prince, you forgot a word there." She tilted her head, looking towards the Youyuan Academy not far away, her voice clear and confident. "The world's martial arts, fast and unbreakable!"

Gong Mingxiang was taken aback, witnessing the girl standing before him, and a surge of excitement coursed through his veins. He realized that the Battle Dragon Empire had another remarkable genius emerging, rivaling even the Third Prince.

He couldn't fathom the spectacle that the upcoming Martial Qi Competition would become.

At dusk, on the eastern side of Youyuan Academy, Murong Changfeng eagerly watched the elderly man who had been absent for a long time sitting in the upper seat. His eyes shimmered with anticipation.

The old man appeared worn-out, as if he had traveled through countless places. He took a hurried sip of water before speaking, "This time has been busy for your teacher."

Murong Changfeng could sense it, but he couldn't help asking, "Has the master found the martial cultivation genius?"

"You guessed correctly." The old man raised his head, his white beard flowing. It could only be Master Tutian, who had recently vanished. Unprecedented excitement filled his face. "After investigating, I found out that the Phoenix Tower was targeting people in the capital. So, the girl must be here in the capital, not in Jiangnan or elsewhere. As soon as I entered the capital, I heard that the martial arts competition was being held in advance. I have a hunch, the girl will definitely appear in the competition!"

Murong Changfeng couldn't comprehend why his master was so fixated on a girl they had only met once. However, he also yearned to find her as soon as possible and discover who she truly was.

...

Helian Weiwei finished reading her book for the day and bid farewell to Gong Mingxiang. As she reached the gate of the mission courtyard, she couldn't help but pause.

It wasn't due to any particular reason, but rather the presence of a group of young masters and ladies from Youyuan. They seemed to have gone mad and, of all places, had chosen to gather in front of her Youyuan Academy.

Helian Weiwei shrugged her shoulders, planning to bypass the group and continue on her way.

However, at that moment, the laziest and most elegant man among them raised his gaze slightly, and a ray of sunlight illuminated him through the leaves, as if light emanated from his very being.

It was the Third Prince.

Recognizing him, Helian Weiwei raised an eyebrow and greeted him with a slight salute, her demeanor deliberately disheveled. She intended to leave after a brief exchange.

"Your Highness, may I wash your cloth?" His voice was still mesmerizing, carrying a magnetic allure.

The ladies and distinguished youths surrounding him were surprised, as they never expected the usually cold and indifferent Third Prince to speak so actively.

However, for a moment, no one knew who he was addressing.

Only Helian Weiwei paused in her departure and looked towards the man exuding extraordinary temperament. He held a teacup in his hand, his slender jade-like fingers seeming to emit a faint glow.

His eyes didn't meet hers, but he casually turned the teapot, his voice as indifferent as snow.

Helian Weiwei's lips curled into a playful smile, completely unfazed even in the presence of such a powerful prince. "It's already washed, but last night it was quite windy, and I don't know where it blew off to."

She lied, as she had actually sold the cloth to a merchant last night, and the one used by the Third Prince was just a publicity gimmick.

But she wasn't foolish enough to reveal the truth to the owner of the veil.

"Blown away by the wind?" Baili Jia Jue repeated her words playfully. Then, he turned the teacup in his hand and instructed Sun Gonggong, who stood nearby, "Go and fetch the item to show her."

"Come, let's go." Duke Sun received the order and headed towards the pavilion's exit. As he passed by Helian Weiwei, he glanced at her with a meaningful look.

Since morning, he had been somewhat puzzled by his master's intentions.

Disgusted by the noise, his master not only accepted the invitation from Youyuan but also transferred the originally planned flower viewing party to the mission.

It seemed like it was all for someone.

Sun Gonggong shook his head, thinking that he might be overthinking things. His Highness probably found this modest courtyard less crowded and decided to come here temporarily.

However, the ladies present didn't think so. Their jealousy tainted their faces with displeasure.

Especially Helian Jiao'er, who clenched her teacup tightly, her beautiful eyes filled with malice.

She had sat next to the prince for so long without hearing him say a word. Yet, when this insignificant woman appeared, she was treated differently, not to mention the cloth she had sought from the prince before.

Previously, she had no idea that this insignificant woman possessed such cunning and schemes.

In the past, whenever she saw a girl getting close to Murong Changfeng, regardless of the occasion, she would cause a commotion, acting crude and petty like a common city dweller.

And now, this woman managed to gain the prince's attention repeatedly using a mere piece of cloth as bait. Helian Jiao'er couldn't help but admire her hidden depths.

"Your Highness, what did Grandfather Sun bring for that woman?" One of the tiger generals delicately asked. Sun Gonggong had come to find her last night, so she assumed she held a special place in the prince's mind.

She had to admit that this woman was overly confident. Had it not been for the cloth she purchased from a merchant and claimed to be used by the Third Prince, Sun Gonggong wouldn't have approached her.

"Your Highness..." the tiger general attempted to say more.

Baili Jia Jue coldly interrupted her, "None of your concern."

Four words that sent a chill down their spines.

The woman recoiled, beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead in fear.

"Rou'er." Helian Jiao'er placed her hand on the woman's back and gently patted her, wearing a concerned expression. However, inwardly, she couldn't help but mock her. The daughter of a general like her shouldn't have harbored such illusions and dared to speak to the prince so casually, regardless of the occasion. She deserved the prince's disdain!

Liu Ranrou, unaware of the situation, looked at Helian Jiao'er's comforting gaze and lightly shook her head, her thin lips curling.

Helian Weiwei observed the scene with indifference, a mocking smile playing on her lips. A group of women entangled themselves in the pursuit of a man, playing with their hearts and minds. It was tiresome.

In her worldview, women needed nothing more than money in their pockets and makeup on their faces to fearlessly navigate anywhere. As for marriage, if they found someone suitable, they would marry. If not, they would be better off remaining free.

She couldn't stand the pettiness.

In her opinion, even if a man held a noble position, what difference did it make? He would still be shared with other women.

She had no tolerance for that.

A faint trace of indifference seemed to catch Baili Jia Jue's attention. He paused, his hand holding the teacup, and felt a coldness he had never experienced before in his exquisite eyes...