Meng Hongchen: Don't Call Wang Chen Gege Names

Meng Hongchen looked at her grandfather, her delicate, beautiful little face wearing a sweet and adorable expression. "Grandpa, don't worry. Once I'm back, I promise I'll cultivate even harder."

Jing Hongchen looked at his precious granddaughter, his eyes narrowing as he suddenly remembered that the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Duel Tournament had ended several days ago.

By this time, that brat Wang Chen should have returned as well.

At once, alarm bells blared in Jing Hongchen's heart.

Judging by the Wang Family's recent actions in court, he absolutely could not allow his granddaughter to continue associating with that brat from the Wang Family. He had to cut off their contact.

Otherwise, if she got dragged into it, things would become troublesome...

Though inwardly wary, Jing Hongchen still wore a kindly smile. "Meng'er, Grandpa happens to be free today. How about Grandpa comes with you and protects you?"

Upon hearing her grandfather's words, Meng Hongchen's little face immediately scrunched up like a bun.

How could this happen? If Grandpa follows me, I definitely won't get a chance to play with Wang Chen Gege. No, I can't let Grandpa follow me.

Meng Hongchen smiled and said, "Grandpa, I'm already grown up. I don't need you to follow me. I'm going out to play."

The moment she finished speaking, the propulsion Soul Tool behind Meng Hongchen opened, and in the blink of an eye, she had reached the gates.

Just as Meng Hongchen smugly thought she had slipped out, a huge hand of soul power shot out and grabbed her by the scruff, hauling her back.

Meng Hongchen hung suspended in midair, her legs still frozen in a running pose. Only after a moment did she realize that her grandfather had caught her and brought her back.

Meng Hongchen scrunched up her little face and said pitifully, "Grandpa, hurry and put me down."

Jing Hongchen set Meng Hongchen down, but he could no longer keep up the pretense. His old face stretched long, expressionless and stern, as he bluntly asked, "Were you planning to go find that brat Wang Chen again? Meng'er, I've told you before: don't go looking for Wang Chen anymore.

"In terms of family background, he is merely a marquis's great-grandson, while your grandfather is a duke.

"In terms of status, my Hongchen Family is deeply trusted by His Majesty. Your grandfather is also the dean of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy and the master of Mingde Hall. In the entire Sun and Moon Empire, very few hold a higher position than I do.

"In terms of talent, you possess Innate Full Soul Power. A mere Innate Soul Power Level Nine like Wang Chen is only fit to carry your shoes.

"Whether in identity, status, or talent, he is inferior to you. You should associate with more outstanding people. Meng'er, Grandpa would never harm you. Everything Grandpa does to keep you from associating with that brat from the Wang Family is for your own good."

Meng Hongchen lowered her head and softly protested, "Grandpa, I don't understand the things you're talking about, and I don't care about them either. Besides, Wang Chen Gege isn't some brat."

Seeing his precious, obedient granddaughter actually contradict him for the sake of some little brat, Jing Hongchen suddenly felt as though the cabbage he had painstakingly raised was about to be rooted up by a pig.

His blood pressure instantly soared, his face flushing red as his heart bled. He wanted nothing more than to slap that brat named Wang Chen to death.

Jing Hongchen took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart before saying, "Number Three."

"Hall Master!" A plain-looking middle-aged woman clad in Soul Tool Armor appeared beside Jing Hongchen. She dropped to one knee and bowed to Jing Hongchen.

Jing Hongchen said in a deep voice, "From now on, whenever Miss goes out, you will be responsible for protecting her closely. You need not interfere with whatever Miss does, but if she goes to the Wang Family, bring her back to me."

"Yes, Family Head," the middle-aged woman immediately replied.

"Grandpa, you're terrible! Wuwuwu, I hate you! Wuwuwu..." Hearing that her grandfather was actually ordering a guard to keep her from meeting Wang Chen Gege, Meng Hongchen immediately wiped away her tears and ran toward her residence.

Seeing his obedient granddaughter cry, Jing Hongchen felt bad as well and could not help letting out a sigh.

In truth, although he called Wang Chen a brat, he had not initially minded his granddaughter meeting Wang Chen.

According to his investigation, Wang Chen was exceptionally talented in Soul Tools.

He was no worse than his own grandson, Xiao Hongchen, and could be considered a fine piece of uncut jade.

As for soul power cultivation, with Wang Chen's aptitude of Innate Soul Power Level Nine, he had hopes of breaking through to become a Titled Douluo and a Ninth Level Soul Engineer in the future.

Thus, although Wang Chen's family background was somewhat lacking, he was barely qualified to be matched with his granddaughter.

Therefore, although Jing Hongchen had found Wang Chen displeasing before, he had never stepped in to interfere. Everything had been based on his granddaughter's feelings.

But times had changed.

His Majesty the Emperor was in poor health, and recently, even court sessions had been canceled from time to time.

The princes qualified to inherit the throne sensed that the Emperor did not have long to live. For that supreme position, all of them had gone red-eyed.

The princes promised benefits to win over ministers and Soul Engineers.

At the same time, they attacked rival princes and the forces behind them.

It had only been a short time, so the victor and loser could not yet be determined.

Whether it was the eldest First Prince, Xu Tianran, the Second Prince, Xu Tianyu, whose maternal clan wielded immense power, or the Third Prince, Xu Tianshi, who had the support of the imperial clan, each had a chance of ascending the throne.

No one dared declare which prince would become the Sun and Moon Empire's new ruler in the future.

Thus, the true top powerhouses of the Sun and Moon Empire were all watching from the sidelines, unwilling to place their bets lightly.

After all, the merit of aiding a ruler's rise was certainly tempting, but if one backed the wrong side and was purged by the new monarch in the future, that would be no laughing matter.

Yet at such a time, that old bastard Wang Yan, the Wang Family's patriarch, had actually become directly involved in the struggle for the throne in order to break through his bottleneck and enter the Titled Douluo realm, firmly supporting the Second Prince, Xu Tianyu.

In Jing Hongchen's eyes, that was simply madness.

If it succeeded, then the Second Prince would surely repay the favor in the future, providing resources to help Wang Yan break through to become a Level Ninety Titled Douluo, allowing Wang Yan to extend his life by several more decades.

But if the Second Prince lost, Wang Yan would very likely be purged by the new Emperor, ending in the miserable fate of death and the extermination of his clan. With Wang Yan's peak Soul Douluo strength, he could not protect the Wang Family.

But then Jing Hongchen remembered that old bastard Wang Yan was already over a hundred years old and seemingly did not have much longer to live anyway. Even if he died, it would not be much of a loss.

The only ones who had likely lost out were the younger members of the Wang Family.

Jing Hongchen could not help but marvel at just how ruthless that old bastard Wang Yan was.

For the sake of breaking through to Titled Douluo and living a few more decades, he utterly disregarded the lives of his descendants.

Jing Hongchen prided himself on being ruthless, but compared to that old bastard Wang Yan, he had no choice but to admit defeat.

Therefore, after learning that Wang Yan had involved himself in the struggle for the throne, Jing Hongchen stopped allowing his granddaughter to interact with Wang Chen.

Otherwise, if that old bastard Wang Yan used Wang Chen's connection with his granddaughter to claim that Jing Hongchen was his backer...

Then Jing Hongchen would truly be like a mute swallowing bitter herbs—suffering in silence.

Please wait for Chapter Two.