Poison Douluo is My Person! Trade Him for a National Treasure!

Heaven Dou City, Crown Prince's Residence.

"Xue Qinghe" was reviewing memorials when an attendant hurried in, bowing low to whisper.

"Your Highness, something has happened at the Ye Family Medical Clinic. The Fourth Prince, Xue Beng, took men to cause trouble and was detained in the middle of the street by the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son."

"Xue Qinghe" set down the brush, movements unhurried.

"Oh? Tell me in detail."

The attendant recounted everything seen on the street, including Qin Yao declaring his identity and the fact that Ye Shutang had been appointed as a Red-Clad Archbishop.

After hearing the report, the corners of "Xue Qinghe's" mouth curled up; this was truly effortless.

That fool Xue Beng usually ran rampant under the protection of Prince Xue Xing, but this time, he had finally kicked an iron plate.

Qian Renxue saw it clearly in her heart: of all people to provoke, Xue Beng had to go after someone under Xiao Yao's protection. Was this not seeking his own death?

Moreover, Qin Yao's handling of the situation was nothing short of perfect.

Detaining a prince in the middle of the street seemed reckless, but in reality, it kept the initiative firmly in his own hands, forcing the imperial family to step forward.

Within the Heaven Dou Empire, the only person who did not hold her in high regard was that Prince Xue Xing, who relied on his status.

In today's matter, Qin Yao would inevitably trample Prince Xue Xing's face into the dust.

As the Crown Prince, she could step in to mediate when both sides reached a stalemate. On the surface, she would be doing Xiao Yao a favor while simultaneously suppressing Xue Xing—killing two birds with one stone.

"Tell the people below to keep a close watch. As soon as the Imperial Uncle makes a move, report it immediately."

"Yes, Your Highness."

On the other side, in front of the Ye Family Medical Clinic.

The atmosphere was tense and ready to snap.

Following a flurry of rapid hoofbeats and the clatter of armor, a squad of the Prince's Mansion Guard in fine gear arrived, escorting a luxurious carriage.

The curtain was lifted, and Prince Xue Xing, slightly stout and wearing a look of fury, stepped out.

He immediately spotted his nephew, Xue Beng, looking disheveled and held in the middle by the Martial Soul Hall guards.

"Insolent!" Prince Xue Xing roared, "Who gave you the gall to detain a prince in Heaven Dou City!"

Qin Yao turned around, calmly looking at the blustering prince.

"Prince Xue Xing?"

"This Prince is indeed he!" Prince Xue Xing stood with his hands behind his back, chin held high.

"Regardless of what mistake Xue Beng has made, he is still a prince of the Heaven Dou Empire! It is not your place as Martial Soul Hall to discipline him! Release him at once, and this Prince may let the matter pass!"

Qin Yao looked as if he had heard a joke.

"I don't quite understand what Your Highness is saying."

He took two steps forward, his voice not loud, yet it carried clearly across the entire street.

"Do you mean that Prince Xue Beng's actions today represent him as an individual, or do they represent the entire Heaven Dou Empire?"

The anger on Prince Xue Xing's face stalled.

"What difference does that make?"

"It makes a world of difference."

Qin Yao's tone remained flat.

"If he only represents himself, then his attempt to forcibly seize the daughter of a Martial Soul Hall Red-Clad Archbishop in the street is an act of contempt toward Martial Soul Hall. My detaining him is entirely reasonable and justified."

Qin Yao paused for a moment. "If he represents the Heaven Dou Empire, then is it your Heaven Dou Empire that wishes to slap Martial Soul Hall in the face?"

Regardless of the details, label him first, then force a stance!

Prince Xue Xing was choked into silence.

Did he dare admit this was the intention of the Heaven Dou Empire?

He dared not.

If he gave Martial Soul Hall such an excuse, the Star Luo Empire would receive a massive shipment of supplies from Martial Soul Hall by tomorrow.

Yet, to admit defeat in front of so many people was something his old face could not bear.

"You... you are using sophistry!" Prince Xue Xing struggled for a long time, only managing to squeeze out this one sentence.

Just then, the corner of his eye caught a familiar figure walking from the street corner.

With long, ink-green hair and a lean frame, who else could it be but the Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!

His savior had arrived!

Prince Xue Xing was overjoyed. Dugu Bo owed him a favor and was a Title Douluo; with him stepping in, could this brat still turn the world upside down?

"Your Excellency Poison Douluo!"

Prince Xue Xing grabbed onto the lifeline, shouting aloud.

"You've come at just the right time! I ask that Your Excellency take action and help this Prince take down this arrogant fool!"

The onlookers on the street stretched their necks to get a better view.

The reputation of Poison Douluo was known to everyone in Heaven Dou City.

However, Dugu Bo merely glanced at him indifferently before walking straight past him without the slightest pause.

Under the stunned gaze of Prince Xue Xing, Dugu Bo walked up to Qin Yao and bowed respectfully.

"Your subordinate Dugu Bo greets His Highness the Holy Son!"

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

The joy on Prince Xue Xing's face froze instantly; he opened his mouth, but not a single word could escape.

Dugu Bo called that youth "His Highness the Holy Son"? And referred to himself as a "subordinate"?

His brain buzzed, and in an instant, the pieces clicked into place.

Dugu Yan!

With Dugu Yan by this Holy Son's side, it was only natural that Dugu Bo had defected to Martial Soul Hall!

Cold sweat beaded on Prince Xue Xing's forehead.

His final trump card was actually on the other side's payroll!

"Your Highness the Prince, can we have a proper talk now?" Qin Yao's voice drifted over.

Prince Xue Xing took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the stormy waves in his heart, and nodded with an ugly expression.

"Speak. What exactly do you want?"

"It's simple." Qin Yao held up a finger. "Compensation."

"What kind of compensation do you want?"

"I have heard that the Heaven Dou Imperial Family possesses a national treasure known as the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud."

Qin Yao said slowly, "It is a pity that for many years, no one has known its purpose. This Holy Son happens to be quite interested in such curiosities. If Your Highness the Prince can offer it as compensation, today's matter will be dropped here."

"Impossible!" Prince Xue Xing refused flatly without a second thought.

"The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud is an heirloom passed down by the founding emperor of our Heaven Dou Empire; how could I give it to you!"

"Is that so?"

Qin Yao was not annoyed, merely calling out softly.

"Grandfather."

As soon as the words fell, a burly figure appeared silently behind him.

It was none other than the Fourth Worship, Qin Xiong!

"BOOM!"

A terrifying aura erupted from Qin Xiong. Two yellow, two purple, and five black—nine soul rings suddenly lit up. That mountain-like pressure instantly enveloped the entire street!

Prince Xue Xing felt as if a massive mountain had crushed down upon him; his legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground. The Prince's Mansion Guard behind him were thrown into complete disarray, unable to even stand steady.

Fortunately, the pressure lasted only for a moment before it was retracted.

Prince Xue Xing gasped for air, looking at Qin Xiong's back with eyes full of fear.

Nine rings!

Another Title Douluo!

Moreover, this aura was significantly stronger than Dugu Bo's!

Just as the situation fell into a stalemate once more, a clear, resonant voice came from the end of the street.

"Stop, all of you!"

The crowd parted automatically as a team of Royal Knights escorted a magnificent carriage symbolizing the status of the Crown Prince, which slowly rolled to a stop.

The carriage came to a halt, and "Xue Qinghe," dressed in blue robes, stepped down.

He first glanced at the disheveled Xue Beng and the pale-faced Prince Xue Xing, frowning imperceptibly, before turning to Qin Yao with a gentle smile on his face.

"Brother Qin Yao, it has been a long time."

Qin Yao returned the smile: "Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"Xue Qinghe" walked between the two and sighed.

"Today's incident was due to Xue Beng's rudeness and my Imperial Uncle's lack of discipline. On their behalf, this Palace offers an apology to Brother Qin Yao and Martial Soul Hall."

He kept his posture very low, taking full responsibility for the Imperial Family with his words.

"However, this matter ultimately damages the face of our Heaven Dou Imperial Family. If it continues to drag on, it will be bad for everyone."

"Xue Qinghe" looked at Qin Yao, his tone sincere.

"I wonder if Brother Qin Yao could grant this Palace a small favor and release them first?

In the future, this Palace will certainly bring the sincerity of the Imperial Family, visit you in person to apologize, and provide you with a satisfactory explanation."