"Fellow Daoist, there are thirty thousand mid-grade immortal stones in here—consider it all my savings. Besides that, there's also a low-grade Immortal Sword, a low-grade immortal-tier Primordial Spirit Grass, and three drops of blood essence from a great fiend of the ancient era."
"If you teach me, then these things will count as my tuition."
Xia Wuju took out a golden Spatial Ring and secretly placed it in Ye Lin's hand. Ye Lin glanced around, then inconspicuously tucked it into his robes.
Seeing Ye Lin accept it, Xia Wuju was overjoyed.
As imperial descendants, no one understood the ways of the world better than they did. If you wanted the horse to run, you had to feed it imperial grain.
If a request was not granted, don't ask why—just know that the benefits were not enough. As long as the rewards were generous enough, what request could not be agreed to?
"Your Highness, there are too many eyes here. We'll discuss it later."
Ye Lin transmitted his voice to Xia Wuju, who nodded with utter sincerity. He already regarded Ye Lin as his own father; whatever Ye Lin said was right.
"What are you two sneaking around over there for? Today, we're going to Hundred Flowers Valley."
Xia Hongwei looked at his seventh brother, who had an arm slung around Ye Lin's shoulders, and laughingly scolded him.
Along the way, Ye Lin walked with Ye Lingxi. Xia Wuju and Xia Hongwei walked at the very front, seemingly discussing something, while the two women followed beside Ye Lingxi.
"They're that close?"
Looking at the two ahead of them, Ye Lin asked Ye Lingxi beside him.
There was only one throne. By all rights, the princes should have been at odds with one another.
"This isn't the mortal world. The Xia Emperor