Do you need me to wipe it for you?

The lively scene at Supreme Academy quickly reached Xue Qinghe's ears.

She herself felt she was paying a bit too much attention to Ye Feiyang—but even so, she couldn't stop herself from wanting to know everything about him, including his past, his thoughts, and even his daily whereabouts.

At this moment, Ye Feiyang's profile had been compiled into a thick stack and placed on her desk. Whenever she got tired from handling memorials, she would pick up these documents and flip through them repeatedly, as if this could bring her closer to him.

"Suspected of poaching the proud talents from various academies?" Xue Qinghe chuckled as she read the records on the file, "This isn't a suspicion, it's practically an open secret."

She frowned slightly, secretly wondering: Was he doing this for the upcoming Soul Master Competition?

Thinking of this, Xue Qinghe called out to the outside of the door, "Someone, fetch two pots of the finest wine."

The guards retreated in response, while she continued to stare at Ye Feiyang's file, her expression complex and unreadable.

Meanwhile, Supreme Academy had become exceptionally lively with the sudden arrival of ten Beast-Ear Girls. Ye Feiyang had originally planned to visit the back mountain of Blue Tyrant Academy again to chat with Liu Erlong, but he was bogged down by various trivial matters and couldn't get away.

By the time he finished all his tasks, it was already past midnight. He worried that visiting at this hour would disturb Liu Erlong's rest, so he canceled his original plan.

What he didn't know was that Liu Erlong was currently sitting in her courtyard waiting for him—she couldn't quite explain what she was looking forward to, but she couldn't help but think: What if he actually came?

As a result, she waited until past midnight and didn't see the familiar figure, so she returned to her room in disappointment.

"She's over thirty and still a virgin. If she doesn't find a way to solve her life's major issue, what will happen in a few years when she goes through menopause?" Liu Erlong lay in bed, tossing and turning, her mind filled with frustration.

She was never like this before—she wasn't superficial. After all, Yu Xiaogang's appearance wasn't outstanding, but now, her mind was filled with Ye Feiyang's young and upright figure. Yu Xiaogang had long been forgotten.

Unable to sleep, Liu Erlong simply delivered a chop to the back of her neck, forcing herself into unconsciousness.

The next morning, the arena matches proceeded as usual, still handled by Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong. Ye Feiyang, dressed neatly, quietly slipped out of the academy—he wanted to take this opportunity to explore Heaven Dou City.

Unconsciously, he found himself at the entrance of Moonlight Pavilion. Ye Feiyang hadn't come to learn etiquette or music, but since he was already at the door, it felt like a pity not to stop by and show his face.

The owner of Moonlight Pavilion, Tang Yuehua, was a renowned court etiquette master on the continent and had a very good relationship with Xue Ye the Great. If he were to poach someone openly, it would undoubtedly be an insult to the royal family.

But was Ye Feiyang afraid? He had already offended the royal family, so he didn't mind doing it one more time.

With a smile, he walked straight into Moonlight Pavilion and approached a staff member. It was a young lady who, upon seeing such a rare handsome man like Ye Feiyang approach, became flustered, her cheeks blushing slightly.

"Miss, could you please announce that I wish to see your Pavilion Master, Tang Yuehua?" Ye Feiyang lowered his voice, his smile gentle, his tone a polite request.

"Ah? You, you want to see the Pavilion Master?" the young lady asked, surprised and stammering.

"That's right, I have a project worth several hundred million, and I'd like to discuss it with Pavilion Master Tang," Ye Feiyang said, half-jokingly.

Who could refuse such a request from such a sunny and handsome young man? Moreover, a "project worth several hundred million" sounded quite significant. The young lady nodded, her face red, "Okay, okay! Please find a seat for a while, I'll go announce it right away!"

With that, she scurried away towards the back courtyard.

Ye Feiyang watched her retreating figure and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly: It seems good looks are indeed a universal pass; it works on everyone, regardless of gender.

Not long after, a soft sound of footsteps approached. Ye Feiyang looked up and saw a woman with long silver-blue hair slowly walking towards him—she had an elegant figure, fair skin, and gentle eyes like calm water. She was wearing a tasteful palace gown, exuding a noble and elegant aura. Having spent years in an elegant place like Moonlight Pavilion, she possessed an otherworldly charm.

What's more, Tang Yuehua's Martial Soul was the "Ruyi Ring," with innate level nine Soul Power and the gifted domain "Nobility Halo," making her strength and temperament equally outstanding.

Ye Feiyang watched her approach with a smile, his gaze openly appraising her from head to toe, finally nodding with satisfaction, his admiration undisguised.

The corners of Tang Yuehua's lips twitched slightly—he was certainly handsome, but why did he look like a "lecher"?

She even felt like she was being "looked at," and secretly wondered: Was there something wrong with her? Or had he found some leverage against her?

This feeling made Tang Yuehua uncomfortable. She subtly adjusted the front of her clothes, trying to maintain her composure and meet Ye Feiyang's gaze.

There were no shortage of people who coveted her beauty, but no one had ever looked at her as brazenly as Ye Feiyang. She even suspected he might be mentally critiquing her.

Tang Yuehua suppressed her smile and decided to reveal her capabilities first, letting him know she wasn't someone to be trifled with: "Ye Feiyang, eighteen years old, Soul Douluo, Dean of Supreme Academy, with three disciples. Unknown before the age of eighteen, only beginning to make a name for himself over two months ago, causing quite a stir in Heaven Dou City..."

As she walked, she calmly recited Ye Feiyang's information, deliberately omitting any details related to Tang Hao—that was her secret, something she couldn't easily reveal to outsiders.

Ye Feiyang remained unfazed and lightly applauded, "As expected of a master skilled in intelligence gathering, Pavilion Master Tang truly knows my situation well."

"These are hardly secrets," Tang Yuehua said lightly. "News about Dean Ye has already spread throughout Heaven Dou City. It's easy to find out if one makes an effort."

Changing the subject, she asked directly, "Tell me, Dean Ye, you wouldn't have come all the way to Moonlight Pavilion just to learn etiquette, would you?"

Ye Feiyang grinned, his tone relaxed, "If I said I was genuinely here to learn etiquette, would Pavilion Master Tang believe me?"

"Dean Ye, please don't joke," Tang Yuehua clearly didn't believe him and was even somewhat displeased—did he think Moonlight Pavilion was a place he could mock at will?

Suppressing her anger, she thought to herself: No wonder he's at odds with my elder brother, Tang Hao. Such a frivolous person is indeed unlikable, a shame about that handsome face.

Ye Feiyang noticed her displeasure, dropped the joking tone, and said seriously, "Actually, I have some understanding of music theory. I've heard that Pavilion Master Tang is skilled with the harp. Would you be willing to demonstrate, so I can enjoy it?"

Tang Yuehua was stunned—his tone sounded a bit like a rogue, but she couldn't find any evidence to refute him.

"If Dean Ye simply wants to listen to music, you've come to the wrong place," her tone was somewhat cold, but she thought to herself: Does he think Moonlight Pavilion is a brothel?

Ye Feiyang quickly explained, "Pavilion Master Tang, you misunderstand. I'm not just here to listen, but to discuss music theory with you."

Tang Yuehua looked surprised—discussing music theory? This was something she never expected.

Seeing her hesitation, Ye Feiyang added sincerely, "I apologize, 'discussing' might indeed be too presumptuous. How about this: I hope Pavilion Master Tang can offer me some guidance. Would you be willing to grace me with your presence?"

He knew that if Tang Yuehua didn't play willingly, he would have to take the initiative. He couldn't leave without making any impression.

With his words, and Tang Yuehua's genuine curiosity about Ye Feiyang's true intentions, she nodded, "There's no reason why not."

Ye Feiyang put on an air of profound wisdom as he walked to the instrument rack nearby, picking out a guzheng—one of the instruments he was most skilled at in his past life.

Tang Yuehua stood quietly by, observing his movements, wanting to see what he was truly capable of.

Ye Feiyang took a deep breath and gently plucked the strings with his fingertips. The melody of "High Mountain Flowing Water" began to play leisurely.

The melodious notes and profound artistic conception instantly transported Tang Yuehua into the world of the music. She gradually became engrossed, even closing her eyes, completely immersed in the music.

The true meaning of "High Mountain Flowing Water" lies in "finding a kindred spirit is difficult." Ye Feiyang believed that with Tang Yuehua's mastery of music theory, she would surely understand what he intended to express.

Coincidentally, Ye Feiyang had learned many instruments in his past life and had a deep understanding of classical music, which gave him the opportunity to "steal the spotlight" today.

When the song ended, Tang Yuehua's eyes remained closed, and she didn't snap back to reality for a long time, clearly still lost in the artistic conception of the music.

A slight smile played on Ye Feiyang's lips as he stood quietly to the side, not disturbing her—he knew that half of his objective had already been achieved.

After a considerable while, Tang Yuehua slowly opened her eyes. The impression of a "lecher" was gone from her gaze towards Ye Feiyang, replaced by a resonance with the music and admiration for him.

She thought to herself: Perhaps he was just appreciating beauty when he looked at her earlier. After all, who doesn't like beautiful things?

How could someone so sunny and handsome, who could play such a soulful tune, possibly be a pervert? Even less likely to be a bad person. Perhaps the conflict between her brother Tang Hao and him earlier was his brother's fault?

One song completely changed Tang Yuehua's mindset, and her attitude towards Ye Feiyang became much warmer.

"Dean Ye, please forgive my ignorance. I never knew you were also a master of music theory," Tang Yuehua said, then solemnly bowed to Ye Feiyang—a sign of respect for a fellow artist.

Seeing her reaction, Ye Feiyang was secretly delighted: It seemed this move wasn't in vain; the effect was even better than expected.

"Pavilion Master Tang, you flatter me. I only know a little," he said humbly.

Tang Yuehua, however, shook her head and said sincerely, "You are too modest. May I ask who composed this piece, 'High Mountain Flowing Water'? Could I borrow the score to take a look?"

Ye Feiyang lied with a straight face: "I composed this piece in a dream and wrote it down from memory after waking up. If Pavilion Master Tang is interested, I can transcribe a copy for you right now."

His generous demeanor further increased Tang Yuehua's favor towards him—giving away such a beautiful piece of music showed his upright character, far from being frivolous.

Tang Yuehua even felt a sense of "finding a kindred spirit"—first impressions are important, but a "reversed" impression like this is often more unforgettable.

This piece, "High Mountain Flowing Water," indeed added many points to Ye Feiyang's score. Tang Yuehua, who didn't dislike him much to begin with, now admired him even more and even began to consider whether she should act as an intermediary to reconcile the relationship between him and Tang Hao.

If only she knew that Tang Hao had already had a leg cut off by Ye Feiyang and had even had his Clear Sky Sect's Inheritance Soul Bone stolen, she might not have had such thoughts.

Tang Yuehua discerned the "difficult to find a kindred spirit" within the music and couldn't help but secretly wonder: Could this young Soul Douluo, only eighteen years old, be so lonely deep down? Did he specifically come to Moonlight Pavilion to find a kindred spirit?

They had never met before, yet he specifically asked to see her. Perhaps he came for her, to spar with her in music theory.

Thinking of this, Tang Yuehua's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said softly, "Then thank you, Dean Ye."

Ye Feiyang smiled and nodded, picked up a pen, and calmly began writing the score for "High Mountain Flowing Water" on the paper.

He knew in his heart that it would not be an easy task to make Tang Yuehua completely let down her guard—just like fine wine needs to be savored slowly, he needed to reveal his "charm" bit by bit to pique her interest.

He still had many classical pieces from his past life in his mind. Although not a large number, they should be enough to "fish" for someone like Tang Yuehua.

As for young girls like Xiao Wu, he wasn't mentally prepared for them yet. However, for a mature woman like Tang Yuehua, who was as ripe as a peach, he felt no burden.

Ye Feiyang had figured it out—he wanted to thoroughly experience the beauty of this world and fulfill the unfinished dreams of those who had regrets.

He handed the transcribed score to Tang Yuehua and said calmly, "This piece is a gift for Pavilion Master Tang. I have some matters to attend to, so I won't overstay my welcome. I hope that the next time I visit, I will have the honor of hearing you play this piece."

After speaking, he smiled politely, walked past Tang Yuehua, and left Moonlight Pavilion directly without any hesitation—sometimes, a proper "sense of space" can make people miss you more.

On the way back, Ye Feiyang couldn't help but ponder: How could an elegant and outstanding woman like Tang Yuehua like a coarse man like Tang Hao? Was it some kind of "incest" complex? What a shame for such a good woman.

The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. Even more absurd was that women like Liu Erlong also liked Tang Hao—the aesthetic standards of this world were truly hard to comprehend.

As he passed by the imperial palace, Ye Feiyang's heart stirred. He suddenly wanted to sneak in and tease Xue Qinghe (Qian Renxue). But on second thought, she was guarded by two Titled Douluo. If a misunderstanding occurred and caused a big commotion, it would be difficult to resolve. Moreover, he wasn't familiar with the palace's layout. What if he got lost? Wouldn't that be even more embarrassing?

Ye Feiyang shook his head, abandoned the idea, and turned towards Supreme Academy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to the academy, he saw a familiar figure in the reception hall—Xue Qinghe was sitting comfortably in a chair, leisurely sipping tea.

"Why is this woman here again?" Ye Feiyang muttered to himself—he had just been thinking about whether to sneak into the palace to see her, and now she had come to his doorstep.

Ye Feiyang composed himself, strode into the reception hall, cupped his hands, and said with a smile, "Brother Qinghe, why didn't you let me know before you came? I could have prepared in advance to avoid neglecting you."

Xue Qinghe looked at him with a half-smile, her tone tinged with a hint of probing, "It's nothing. Judging by Dean Ye's appearance, you must have just returned from an errand?"

"Heh heh, I was just bored and wandered around the city," Ye Feiyang replied vaguely, not wanting to elaborate.

"Oh?" Xue Qinghe raised an eyebrow, her tone playful, "When I came out, I happened to see someone with a striking resemblance to you entering Moonlight Pavilion. I must have been mistaken, after all, why would Dean Ye go to a place like that?"

The corners of Ye Feiyang's mouth twitched slightly—was there no privacy in this world? Were there spies everywhere? Was the intelligence network that developed?

He chuckled dryly and explained, "Actually, I just went to discuss music theory with Pavilion Master Tang. There was no other intention."

"I see," Xue Qinghe's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, "I thought Dean Ye was looking for a kindred spirit."

Ye Feiyang strongly suspected he was being monitored—Xue Qinghe's words contained too much information, clearly indicating she knew what he had done at Moonlight Pavilion.

This feeling of being passive made him very unhappy. Being monitored was one thing, but being sarcastically teased was something no one could tolerate.

Ye Feiyang's tone turned a bit colder, "Your Highness the Crown Prince, you certainly know a lot."

Xue Qinghe was taken aback—his address to her had changed from "Brother Qinghe" to "Your Highness the Crown Prince." This subtle shift made her heart tighten inexplicably: Had her tone been too harsh just now, displeasing him?

She pondered for a moment, realizing that her previous words had indeed been sarcastic, and it was no wonder Ye Feiyang had such a reaction.

Xue Qinghe suppressed the inexplicable emotion within her, softened her voice, and apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry, I was presumptuous. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that."

Her tone shifted, and she produced two pots of wine she had prepared beforehand, saying with a smile, "I brought two pots of fine wine this time. I heard that Dean Ye is not only outstanding in strength but also quite accomplished in cuisine. I wonder if I'll have the honor of tasting your skills?"

Xue Qinghe had come alone specifically, without any attendants, wanting to find an opportunity to be alone with Ye Feiyang, have a drink, and chat to relax. She didn't want Ye Feiyang to develop any aversion to her because of the recent minor incident.

Ye Feiyang was indeed a bit displeased—anyone would be unhappy if they were being watched and spoken to sarcastically. But he also knew that everyone was smart enough to understand that a hint was sufficient; there was no need to dwell on it.

Moreover, he had a momentary illusion just now: why did Xue Qinghe's words seem to carry a hint of "jealousy"?

Since she had already apologized, he couldn't keep a sour face. Ye Feiyang nodded, his tone softening, "Of course, if Brother Qinghe is willing to grace me with his presence, I couldn't ask for more."

He turned and said, "Sit here for a while. I'll go prepare in the kitchen, and we can have dinner together."

Seeing his softened tone, Xue Qinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I'll trouble you, Dean Ye."

Ye Feiyang looked at her reserved demeanor and couldn't help but laugh, "I've already called you 'Brother Qinghe,' and you still keep calling me 'Dean Ye.' It makes me seem unappreciative."

Xue Qinghe quickly changed her address, her cheeks flushing slightly, "Then, then I'll call you 'Yun Zhou.' Is that okay?"

Ye Feiyang laughed heartily, "That's more like it. It sounds much more familiar. Brother Qinghe, please wait a moment, I'll be back soon."

He hadn't cooked in a while, so it wouldn't hurt to show off his skills occasionally. He guessed that Xue Qinghe had probably heard about his cooking from Ning Fengzhi, otherwise, she wouldn't have specifically asked to taste it.

Ye Feiyang rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen—now that ten Beast-Ear Girls were helping out in the academy, their efficiency had increased significantly, and the meal would be ready soon.

More than half an hour later, several dishes, exquisite in color, aroma, and taste, were served one after another. Xue Qinghe was invited to sit down, and Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong also came running, drawn by the aroma.

"Teacher, you're finally cooking again!" Ning Rongrong ran over excitedly, her mouth watering as she looked at the dishes on the table, "Do you need me to wipe your sweat?"

Ye Feiyang smiled and shook his head, "No need. You all sit down quickly. The dishes are freshly made and still hot."

Looking at the lively scene before her, Xue Qinghe suddenly felt a strange sense of envy—this kind of warm atmosphere was something she had never experienced in the cold imperial palace.