Rich Second-Gen's Second Day

Sure enough, this was boring. Ming Sui thought she should have rolled around and thrown a tantrum to avoid coming. The same old banquet hall, the same old enormous formal gown, the same old Miss Angela Liuli Xueyu Bingyingluo and Mister Canyang Lishang Juelie Qingchen dancing gracefully on the floor. Her eyes were pretending to work, while her brain had already started slacking off.

"Little Sui Sui." Someone patted Ming Sui's left shoulder from behind. She turned her head to the right. "Sister Ning Rongrong, that trick again."

"Not bad, Sui Sui. You caught me again." Ning Rongrong, the young miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, sat beside her and wrinkled her nose. "Such a boring banquet, yet Father and the others can actually put up with it."

"Hey, who's that over there? His eyes are so strange—heterochromia!" Her supposedly working eyes had spotted an unexpected novelty. Ming Sui excitedly nudged Ning Rongrong.

"They're the Star Luo Empire's royal family. Their martial soul is the Evil-Eyed White Tiger. Little Sui Sui, you fell asleep in class again, didn't you?" Ning Rongrong pinched the little tuft of hair atop Ming Sui's head. "The shorter one is probably the hostage they're sending over. He seems to be their Third Prince. Grandpa Jian said he's a very gifted child."

The Star Luo Empire... The last time their teacher had talked about this, all she remembered was that it produced lots of cat-type martial souls. Ming Sui rubbed her nose.

"Want to go outside and play? It's so boring sitting here. Those people from the Star Luo Empire went out too. Let's go see what's happening." Ning Rongrong's eyes shifted as she coaxed her.

"Where are you two going? I'll take you there." Ming Zhen grabbed Ning Rongrong's little braid from behind.

"Hehe, how could we trouble Uncle Ming?" Ning Rongrong forced a smile.

"Perfect. I could use some fresh air too. Don't worry, I may not be an Assault System Titled Douluo, but carrying you two little brats is no problem." With that, he scooped up the two girls and headed out of the hall. Ning Rongrong, who had been about to refuse, was suddenly lifted to a much higher vantage point. The novel and strange sensation made her obediently shut up. Looking at Ming Sui, who was clearly used to snuggling in her father's arms, a trace of envy flashed across her face.

This was the finest season of the year, late spring and early summer. The fierce winds that had blown all spring had finally died down, while the heat of summer had yet to arrive. Taking advantage of the pleasant weather, the palace's highly skilled gardeners had forcefully arranged the garden outside the banquet hall so that every few steps revealed a new view.

Ming Zhen took the two girls to fish by the pond for a while. Yes, they caught nothing, continuing Ming Zhen's legendary record as an air force general. Just as they were about to move elsewhere and continue, voices came from behind the wall of purple vine flowers beside the pond. Ning Rongrong, never one to tolerate boredom, brightened at once. She had long since stopped wanting to feed fish with Uncle Ming. "Uncle, let's go take a look."

"Ahem. Our precious Support Spirit Masters must not put themselves in danger," Ming Zhen earnestly instructed Ning Rongrong.

Her father was teaching children bad things again. Ming Sui rolled her eyes ever so slightly, still maintaining the manners of a proper lady.

Ming Zhen was still doing his best to fill Ning Rongrong's head with bad ideas. "A successful Support Spirit Master should be like a savior, especially when watching a spectacle. Just like now."

"Call for help! Fourth Prince, what are you doing?!" The voices behind the flower wall suddenly became chaotic.

"It's our cue." Ming Zhen picked up Ming Sui, took Ning Rongrong's hand, and rounded the flower wall.

Dai Mubai would never forget that scene. From behind the dazzling, vibrant wall of purple vine flowers emerged an even brighter color.

It was clearly the Heaven Dou Empire's aristocratic uniform, plain to the extreme. Clearly the most unremarkable black hair and black eyes.

How was that possible? He was a middle-aged man.

Wait, ten-year-old Dai Mubai, wake up. You're lying on the ground with an injured arm. This is not the time to wonder why that gentleman is so handsome!

The captain of the patrolling guards was also there. He saluted Ming Zhen. "Holy Light Douluo, the Fourth Prince has clashed with the Star Luo Empire's guests, resulting in injury to the Star Luo Empire's Third Prince. Please treat the Star Luo Empire's Third Prince and stabilize his injuries for now."

"What, does your Heaven Dou Empire want to destroy the evidence so badly? Our Star Luo Empire isn't easily intimidated." A sturdy youth shouted loudly, while an accompanying official from the Star Luo Empire quietly tried to dissuade him.

Hearing the Star Luo Empire's protest, Xue Beng, Heaven Dou's Second Prince and the troublemaker behind this incident, shrank back and hid behind a Soul Elder guard. This Soul Elder was the very person who had injured Dai Mubai.

Ming Sui climbed down from Ming Zhen's arms. She wanted to immerse herself in the spectacle, and being held by her father was a little too conspicuous. Ning Rongrong shuffled over to take her hand. The two little girls whispered together, and when Ming Zhen caught sight of them from the corner of his eye, a smile formed in his gaze.

The situation had reached a stalemate. The youth who had stirred things up, the Star Luo Empire's First Prince Dai Weisi, still insisted on preserving the evidence. Meanwhile, the injured Dai Mubai lying on the ground grew paler by the moment. Xue Beng, the one who had caused the trouble, cowered behind the guard. The captain of the guards wanted to salvage the situation but lacked the standing to intervene. Ming Zhen, on whom the captain had pinned his hopes, was watching the show with two little girls at his side.

The announcement of the emperor's arrival sounded out. Everyone other than the three-person audience breathed a sigh of relief. At last, this play could continue.

Xue Ye had already learned what had happened on the way over. He seized the initiative and berated Xue Beng first. "Wretch! You have no manners as a host. Get back and remain confined!"

Xue Beng was meekly taken away to be confined. Dai Weisi snorted coldly. "Your Majesty, please give us an explanation. What did he mean by saying he wanted to raise a pet with different-colored eyes as well?"

Xue Ye remained composed, even becoming gentler and lowering his stance further. "My son is unruly and disrespectful. As for the Third Prince, please allow Holy Light Douluo to act. There will certainly be no cause for concern. First Prince and Third Prince, you brothers share such deep affection. There is no need to worry."

Dai Weisi choked on his words. He snorted and said nothing more.

"Sui Sui, listen to him. All he can do is snort. Hmph, hmph." Ning Rongrong imitated Dai Weisi's snorting as she spoke. Dai Weisi heard her and shot a look their way. He was about to fly into a rage, but when he saw two pretty little girls, he swallowed it back down. Falling out with Xue Beng was justified, but venting his anger on two little girls brought here by the Holy Light Douluo would only offend one of the rarest Support System Titled Douluos on the entire continent. Dai Weisi could still distinguish that much.

"Your Excellency, please treat the Star Luo Empire's Third Prince." Xue Ye looked at Ming Zhen, a hint of resentment showing in his eyes. Fine, he was no longer going to war, but he could not just ignore everything either.

"Holy Light, appear." The scepter slowly emerged. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red—nine Spirit Rings spiraled around him from bottom to top. Everyone nearby was affected by the pressure of the ninth blood-red Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring, yet they stared at Ming Zhen with burning eyes. Support Spirit Masters who reached the rank of Titled Douluo were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and he was the only one whose ninth ring was a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring! What kind of monstrous genius was this? A Support System's ninth Spirit Ring!

The Holy Light Scepter's third Spirit Ring lit up. A pale golden light fell over Dai Mubai's arm, wrapping around the wound. Ming Zhen withdrew his martial soul. "Little white tiger, once this light fully seeps into your body, this injury will be nothing. It's only a flesh wound. It won't affect your cultivation."

Dai Mubai stared blankly at his wound. It truly was not a serious injury, and treating a Soul Grandmaster like him really did not seem to require much effort from a Titled Douluo. But! The third soul skill! A third soul skill was enough? The specks of light on his wound rushed to seep into his body. So this was the Holy Light Douluo? This was the Holy Light Clan that had changed the balance of war between Heaven Dou and Star Luo?

"Thank you, Holy Light Your Excellency. Mu Bai thanks you for your help, and thanks His Majesty as well." Dai Mubai came back to himself and expressed his gratitude.

"This little tiger has more grace than the other one." Ning Rongrong recovered from the shock of the Hundred Thousand Year ninth Spirit Ring and began whispering in Ming Sui's ear again.

Ming Sui nodded helplessly. Dear big sister, they could hear you. The Third Prince, Dai Mubai, was indeed calmer than the First Prince, Dai Weisi. But Dai Weisi's lack of calm had delayed Dai Mubai's treatment by a whole quarter of an hour. Wow, worthy of the Star Luo Empire, experts at raising venomous insects in a jar.

Still, for an Evil-Eyed White Tiger Spirit Master as strong and healthy as him, especially with her father treating him, an extra quarter hour of injury was merely a matter of time and would have no consequences. What was all this fuss about?

With the visible problem resolved, the captain of the guards, who had disappeared after Xue Ye arrived, reappeared. He whispered something into Xue Ye's ear, and a flash of ruthlessness crossed the emperor's otherwise steady expression.

"To express our apologies, please return to the banquet hall so we may share a good drink." Xue Ye invited the Star Luo Empire's guests, while the captain of the guards departed again.

Ming Zhen followed behind with the two little girls, listening to Ning Rongrong and Ming Sui joke about things like, "That's it?" as they slowly walked forward. A group came down a side path beside them: Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"Holy Light Douluo."

"Sect Master Ning."

The two exchanged a false smile and greeting. They simply could not bring themselves to like each other, considering they were competing products of the same type.

"Rongrong, your father and Grandpa Jian were looking for you everywhere just now. We truly troubled Holy Light Douluo."

The latter sentence was directed at Ming Zhen.

"You are too polite, Sect Master Ning. You flatter me."

The two traded barbed pleasantries for quite some time, leaving Sword Douluo, Ming Sui, and Ning Rongrong speechless, until a tall, elegant lady approached. "The banquet has already begun over there. Aren't you all going?"

"Mom." Wonderful, it was Mom. They were saved. Ming Sui was like parched land meeting rain, like a fish returning to water, like a tiger gaining wings. Ming Sui was overjoyed.

The mental assault was over. The two people exchanging courtesies put on sincere expressions, and even Sword Douluo breathed a sigh of relief, let alone Ning Rongrong.

The valiant woman took Ming Sui and Ning Rongrong's hands, greeted Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, and urged everyone toward the banquet hall to watch the spectacle. "I saw that Salas from Spirit Hall didn't look quite right."