Within the Nine Nether King's Estate, the atmosphere in the royal hall was slightly tense. Ning Chen's firm attitude only deepened Xuan Qing's doubts.
In his mind, Thirteenth Brother should not have refused his proposal. After all, among the three Imperial Princes of the royal clan, he had known Thirteenth Brother the longest, and their relationship had always been fairly good.
Xuan Qing lifted the clear tea before him. As he drank, his thoughts raced. The Nine Nether King's existence was far too crucial; he absolutely could not be allowed to stand on the side of the other two Imperial Princes.
"Thirteenth Brother, if you have any concerns, speak freely. There are some matters in which Ninth Imperial Uncle is, after all, not suited to show himself. Though your third brother is lacking in talent, I still possess some influence in these Three Imperial Cities," Xuan Qing said solemnly, setting down his teacup and looking at the person before him.
"Thank you for Third Imperial Brother's kindness, but I have no troubles, nor do I wish to stir up any. I fear I must disappoint Third Imperial Brother's expectations. Please forgive me," Ning Chen replied softly, utterly unmoved.
Hearing this, Xuan Qing unconsciously furrowed his brow. After pondering for a moment, he nodded lightly and said, "Each has his own aspirations. Since Thirteenth Brother is unwilling to step into the struggle for imperial power, I will not force you. This is a Blood Dragon Fruit. It can help temper your bloodline and allow you to return to your ancestral origins sooner."
"One should not accept a reward without merit. Third Imperial Brother's gift is too precious; I cannot accept it."
Ning Chen declined, unwilling to take it.
"It is merely a small token from your brother. Very well, Thirteenth Brother