Will You Be the Prince Consort?

In stark contrast, the Rakshasa Phantom had been watching the spectacle from the corner the entire time.

Ever since Xu Tianzhen raised her hand to stop Qian Yuhan, this fellow's gloating laughter had not ceased for a single moment.

In a spot where Xu Tianzhen could not see, the Rakshasa Phantom clutched his stomach with one hand and slapped Qian Yuhan's shoulder with the other, roaring with laughter: "Hahahaha! Old Qian, let me tell you, people! Regardless of gender, one must have a good-looking skin!"

"Others are racking their brains trying to climb the social ladder of a princess, but you? The princess of the number one empire on the Douluo Continent is rushing to repay you."

"What on earth are you blathering about? How old is she? Don't use your twisted mindset to casually speculate about a child," Qian Yuhan retorted, frowning with annoyance.

"Pfft—"

Amidst Qian Yuhan's righteous rebuttal, the Rakshasa Phantom covered his mouth, struggling to suppress his wild laughter before posing a soul-searching question: "Speaking of which, Qian Yuhan, have you ever been in love?"

Love? (⊙o⊙) What is love?

How could something like love compare to the thrill of battle! Of hacking! Of killing! That is true pleasure!

Seeing the visible confusion on Qian Yuhan's face, the Rakshasa Phantom smacked his lips and let out a strange laugh: "No need to guess, one look at you and it's clear you've never been in love. Come, come, let this Rakshasa Love Saint give you a lesson."

"A Love Saint? You?" Qian Yuhan scanned the Rakshasa Phantom suspiciously for a moment before saying without hesitation: "In that case, have you been in love? Was it with another god?"

"Uh, that would be a no."

"Then was it with someone before you became a god?"

"Uh, that would also be a no."

"Since you've never been in love with a human or a god, what kind of Love Saint are you? A paper-talk Love Saint?"

Very good. Qian Yuhan, whose ability to bicker had improved significantly over the years, successfully landed a one-hit knockout.

"Hiss, Qian Yuhan, the way you talk is truly infuriating..."

Under Qian Yuhan's 'fact-checking,' the smile on the Rakshasa Phantom's face vanished instantly. However, being stubborn as always, he refused to admit defeat and continued to quibble: "At the very least, I've watched others do it."

"Watching is useless. Who hasn't watched?"

This time, Qian Yuhan didn't even spare the Rakshasa Phantom a glance, turning his attention back to Xu Tianzhen:

"Looking at you, I suspect it no longer matters whether I agree to accept your repayment or not, because you have already made up your mind to find a way to repay me. Am I right?!"

"Yes." Xu Tianzhen clenched her small fists, gathered her courage, and shouted: "Will you come back to the Bright Capital with me? I'll have my Imperial Father grant you a title."

Tsk, a spoiled little girl ruined by her parents is truly troublesome...

Qian Yuhan muttered to himself, rubbing his throbbing temples with a wry smile:

"You're jumping straight to granting a title? That's quite generous! What title do you intend for your father to grant?"

"Hmm." Xu Tianzhen furrowed her brows, actually beginning to analyze the matter seriously in front of Qian Yuhan:

"According to the ancestral laws of the Sun-Moon Royal family, only those with the imperial surname can be granted the title of Prince. Since your surname is not Xu, you cannot be a Prince. You aren't a Level 9 Soul Engineer, nor have you expanded our territory or performed other great deeds, so a Duke... you cannot be that either."

"Marquess and Count titles also have certain requirements regarding cultivation..."

"As for the lower ranks of Viscount and Baron... I would feel embarrassed to grant those to you."

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Xu Tianzhen's eyes lit up, as if she had a brilliant idea: "How about I have Father grant you the title of Imperial Son-in-law! The rank is the same as a Duke, and most importantly, there are no special requirements!"

Qian Yuhan ⊙△⊙: "Huh??!"

For the first time in many years, a rare, bizarre expression of shock, confusion, and disbelief crossed Qian Yuhan's face. This strange, complex expression seemed to be asking:

This can't be right! Am I so young that I've already gone deaf or started hallucinating?

Why do I feel like I... just heard a very strange word...

In an instant, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

Except for Xu Tianzhen, the expressions of everyone present froze in unison.

Even Xu Yan, who had been preparing to walk over and assist Xu Tianzhen, was so frightened by her earth-shattering declaration that he stumbled, nearly falling into the slowly flowing magma nearby.

No, my little ancestor, do you even hear what you are saying?

Is the title of Imperial Son-in-law something you can just decide by acting spoiled in front of His Majesty? This is pure madness!

If word of this gets out, others will think the Princess of the Sun-Moon Empire is some kind of cabbage just waiting to be given away.

Once we return, I must submit a memorial to His Majesty, asking him to send someone to the Imperial Mausoleum to see if something has gone wrong there.

Right, little brother, you must absolutely not agree! For your sake, and for mine—though mostly for mine.

I, Xu Yan, beg you, please! Please! Do not agree!

Thinking of his little princess getting a heat-stroke of the brain and turning the entire palace upside down, only for the old Emperor to flip his table in a fit of rage and, unable to bear punishing his daughter, drag him—the unlucky scapegoat—out to be beaten with court staves, Xu Yan felt his head swelling to twice its size.

In this 'life-or-death moment,' he could no longer care about the disparity in cultivation or status. He hurriedly hid behind Xu Tianzhen and bowed repeatedly to Qian Yuhan.

He hoped Qian Yuhan would lend him a hand and save his backside, which was already inches away from the court staves.

As for Xu Yu, he said nothing, only frantically sending reports to his Emperor: 'The old man is still in the palace reviewing memorials? Your precious daughter is about to fly into someone else's arms!'

However, Qian Yuhan remained in a state of bewilderment, his worldview nearly shattered, his mind constantly looping with: Is this reasonable? What is she actually saying? Is this the family tradition of the Sun-Moon Empire? The three soul-searching questions continued to flash across his mind.

After all, back when he represented the church to communicate with those imperial royals tens of thousands of years ago, he had never seen any royal family speak with such blunt, unvarnished candor.

On the contrary, the Rakshasa Phantom, having enjoyed the show to its heart's content, laughed even more wildly, eventually rolling back and forth on the ground while clutching its stomach.

"Pfft, hahahaha! (＾◇^)/," the Rakshasa Phantom wiped away tears while taking the opportunity to tease Qian Daoliu:

"Oi! Qian Yuhan!"

"If you ask me, you might as well just give in to her! I feel like lowering your pride to become a prince consort of the Sun Moon Empire wouldn't be so bad! With the status of a prince consort, I reckon it would at least save you ten years of detours, gahahahahaha."

On the other side, seeing that Qian Yuhan remained silent, a flicker of disappointment could not help but flash across Xu Tianzhen's small face.

But immediately after, she once again displayed her 'world-shaking wisdom,' letting her 'brilliant' intellect occupy the high ground once more.