Xue Qinghe summoned Bai Yi into the main hall of the East Palace.
He picked up a folded black guard uniform from the table and handed it to Bai Yi with both hands.
The fabric of the clothes was thick and smooth, with a dark gold piping embroidered on the collar and cuffs. It was a style only worn by close guards.
His attitude is gentle and his voice is steady, with a kind of sincerity that is easy to convince:
"You are very talented, and you are willing to bend down to be my bodyguard. I will train you well."
Bai Yi looked down at the dress and was silent for a breath.
Xue Qinghe silently reviewed the investigation results just obtained in his heart.
The people she sent out acted quickly, checking Bai Yi's identity and background, past travel experiences, and even went through the Heaven Dou Royal Academy's enrollment records.
The results are surprisingly clean, the names match, the experiences are consistent, and there is nothing inconsistent.
But she felt even more alert in her heart, it was so clean.
A twenty-year-old Soul King, no one had heard of his name before, and no force showed any intention to recruit him. It was like he appeared in this world out of thin air, and all the traces were just posted.
She must find a chance to test it out.
But at this moment, the smile on Xue Qinghe's face is still gentle.
If there is no problem with Bai Yi's identity, such a talented and loyal person is worthy of her investment in cultivating him.
With one more powerful fighting force, she will be more confident when facing that woman in the future.
Bai Yi took the clothes with both hands, bent his knees, knelt on one knee, lowered his head and said:
"Thank you, Prince."
His shoulders tensed slightly for a moment and then relaxed. He seemed to be touched by the prince's attention. He had some emotional fluctuations but did not want to show too much.
He was thinking about another thing in his mind.
Qian Renxue definitely doesn't trust him completely yet. Who can tell how much of what he said just now is true or false.
Next, she will definitely find an opportunity to test his background. He must prepare in advance to perform this scene more decently.
Xue Qinghe looked at him again, changed the topic casually and said:
"Your Martial Soul is called Demon-Slaying Sword. The name sounds very special. Is it specially used to kill monsters?"
Bai Yi stood up, nodded and said:
"Yes, my Martial Soul has a strong restraint effect on Soul Beast. Even if I face Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, I am sure to defeat it."
Xue Qinghe's eyes lit up slightly, and there was a hint of just the right amount of interest on his face:
"That's just right. Sister Xue Ke has just broken through to Soul Grandmaster. In a few days, I plan to accompany her to the nearby Soul Hunting Forest to hunt for a suitable Soul Ring. Then you will be the guard, just in time for me to see your strength."
She paused, then said in a gentle but uncompromising tone:
"I hope you won't disappoint me."
Bai Yi leaned forward slightly, met her eyes steadily and said:
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I won't let you down."
Xue Qinghe looked at him for a few breaths, then looked away, turned around and gave some instructions to the attendants, asking him to take Bai Yi to the side hall to settle down.
The corridor of the side hall is very quiet, with several small rooms for guards to live on both sides.
The attendant who led the way took him to one of the doors and left.
Bai Yi Push the door and go in. The room is simply furnished, including a bed, a table, and a chair.
He checked around to make sure there was nothing wrong, hung up the guard uniform given by the prince, and sat on the bedside to adjust his breathing.
The night is getting darker.
A breath quietly approached outside the house. The man's steps were light and almost silent, but Bai Yi noticed it the moment he stepped into the shadow under the eaves.
He flipped his wrist, and Demon-Slaying Sword condensed into shape in his palm. He turned over and jumped up from the bed. When he landed, the sword blade was already lying across the person's neck.
The man was wearing the same style of guard uniform, with a calm expression on his face. He just glanced sideways at the black sword at his neck and said:
"Good vigilance."
Bai Yi did not put away the sword, but tilted his head and looked at him.
The man continued:
"Although your talent is good, you must remember that for the prince, the most important thing is always loyalty. No matter how talented a person is, he is just a pawn in front of Heaven Dou City the future emperor. You'd better not be arrogant because of his favor."
Bai Yi's sword moved forward one minute.
He said:
"I don't need you to teach me how to do things. If you say one more word, I will kill you as an assassin."
The man finally frowned, obviously not expecting Bai Yi to be so direct.
He looked at Bai Yi's eyes to confirm that he was not bluffing, moved his lips, and without saying anything else, he retreated backwards, silently exited the door, and disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.
Bai Yi Sheathed the sword and sat back on the bed.
He went over what had just happened in his mind.
Without the prince's acquiescence, this person would not have dared to approach him directly. What he said just now was not so much a warning as Xue Qinghe was using someone else's words to beat him.
One is a bad guy and the other is a good guy. The purpose is to observe his reaction and force him to show his weaknesses under pressure.
He lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and couldn't help but cursed Fifth Trial again in his heart.
Why can't we just have a fight and make things so troublesome?
Dealing with a woman who has such deep thoughts and pondering over it is more tiring than fighting Ghost Douluo for five hours.
The man in black in the next room has returned to the East Palace.
He stood in front of Xue Qinghe's desk, lowered his head and briefly recounted what had just happened:
"That person is very vigilant, not afraid of threats, and has pride, but he is also very uncertain. It is still unclear what his true position is."
Xue Qinghe was looking through a memorial and did not look up after listening.
Her hand holding the pen paused for a moment, and the ink left a small group of dark dots on the paper, then she continued writing.
She said:
"If he really has no temper at all, it would be a problem. It is only normal for such a person to be proud. It just so happens that I am most afraid that the people under my command are not strong enough. As for loyalty, I have plenty of means."
Bai Yi probed a ray of consciousness into Buddha Kingdom in the Palm.
The four women were each sitting around Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, with stable figures and even breaths.
Ye Lingling's Nine Heart Begonia exudes a light pink halo.
Xiao Wu's body surface is covered with a layer of warm and soft light.
Ning Rongrong's pipa strings vibrated gently.
Zhu Zhuqing is surrounded by fine wind.
Their auras are growing stronger each other.
Bai Yi looked at it, and suddenly felt a faint connection extending from that space, directly connecting to the depths of his consciousness.
He could vaguely sense Ye Lingling's mood, which was peaceful and focused.
You can feel Xiao Wu's excitement. The girl was filled with uncontrollable joy even when she was practicing.
You can touch Ning Rongrong's stubbornness, she seems to be holding back her energy.
I can still see the firmness, calmness and silence of Zhu Zhuqing, as if his clenched fist has never been released.
His meridians then felt a layer of warmth, and the breath that overflowed was fed back into his body along the connecting thread.