I Don't Want to Compete with a Child

Prince Xue Xing watched Xue Ye leave, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

Because of Xue Beng's incident, he had gone from a prince with real authority to one with nothing but the title.

And Xue Beng was to be sent to guard the imperial mausoleum.

But guarding the imperial mausoleum was merely a nicer way of putting it. Put differently, he would be isolated from the world and remain there until he died.

"Xue Beng, Xue Beng!"

"You really screwed me over!"

"Don't fear godlike opponents; fear pig-like teammates!"

Prince Xue Xing raised his eyes to the study ceiling and was speechless for a long while.

He could actually understand Xue Beng going to places of pleasure.

After all, Xue Beng was a wastrel. There was nothing wrong with visiting such places, but if you were going to indulge yourself, you should at least show some restraint. He had actually played himself into losing his ability—something Prince Xue Xing had never anticipated.

"Ah..."

Prince Xue Xing let out a long sigh and walked out of the study.

Unknowingly, even his once-perfectly straight posture had become somewhat stooped.

Before a luxurious residence.

A carriage slowly came to a stop.

The carriage door opened, and Qian Renxue and Chen Xi stepped out.

"Xiao Xi, Sister needs to return to the imperial palace first."

"You and Yang Wushuang can stay at the residence for now. Tomorrow, I'll have Uncle She Long continue teaching you."

"You're a Two-Ring Great Spirit Master now. When you have free time, you can have someone take you to the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena to gain some practical combat experience."

Qian Renxue tapped Chen Xi on the forehead with a finger.

"The Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena?"

"Sister, I'll have Uncle Yang take me there to have a look later."

Chen Xi revealed a sweet smile.

Seeing Chen Xi's smile, Qian Renxue unconsciously reached out and pinched her cheek.

Feeling that tender, smooth texture, Qian Renxue sighed inwardly once again. It feels so nice.

Finally, she rubbed Chen Xi's head, then headed toward the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace with Ci Xue.

Chen Xi, meanwhile, stood at the entrance to the residence, quietly watching Qian Renxue's departing figure.

After parking the carriage, Yang Wushuang came to Chen Xi's side.

"Xiao Xi, do you need me to take you to the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena for a look now?"

Hearing Yang Wushuang's words, Chen Xi touched her stomach and thought carefully for a moment.

"Uncle Yang, let's eat first."

"I'm a little hungry now."

Chen Xi blinked her eyes a few times.

Perhaps because she had often been unable to eat her fill in the past, the thing Chen Xi hated most was going hungry.

"Alright."

"What do you want to eat? Uncle Yang will take you."

Yang Wushuang nodded with a smile.

For some reason, seeing Chen Xi blink like that made him feel that she was especially adorable.

"Stir-fried pork, and preferably some beef soup too."

"Alright, Uncle Yang will take you to eat."

Yang Wushuang took Chen Xi toward the busiest street in Heaven Dou City.

Walking along the bustling street, Yang Wushuang chose a rather luxurious restaurant and brought Chen Xi inside.

After entering the restaurant and ordering the dishes Chen Xi wanted, Yang Wushuang noticed Chen Xi looking at a small cake in the display case.

"Xiao Xi, do you want to eat it?"

Seeing her expression, Yang Wushuang asked softly.

"I want to try it."

Chen Xi nodded slightly.

After receiving Chen Xi's answer, Yang Wushuang immediately waved over a restaurant worker. Just as he was about to speak, a somewhat spoiled voice sounded nearby.

"Grandpa Sword, I want to eat this."

Hearing that voice, Chen Xi looked up and saw a girl about her age, dressed in a white gown with delicate features, pointing at the small cake Chen Xi had just been looking at.

Behind her followed an elderly man in a snow-white robe, his expression indifferent.

From the way the girl addressed him, Chen Xi quickly deduced their identities. If she was not mistaken, this old man called Grandpa Sword should be Sword Douluo Chen Xin, one of the two great pillars of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

And this girl around her age should be the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little princess, Ning Rongrong.

The approaching worker looked at Chen Xi, then at Ning Rongrong, and finally at the single remaining small cake, feeling rather troubled.

"My friend, since the child likes it, could you let her have it? If you do, I can pay for everything you spend here."

Chen Xin stepped forward, his gaze discreetly assessing Chen Xi's clothes before shifting to Yang Wushuang behind her.

"I'm sorry."

"They're both children who like it, and surely there should be a first come, first served rule..."

Yang Wushuang likewise looked at Chen Xin.

Naturally, he knew the famed Sword Douluo Chen Xin. But knowing him was one thing—he had no intention of giving him this favor. Though Yang Wushuang was not as strong as Chen Xin, everyone had someone backing them.

"Forget it."

"Uncle Yang, we don't want it."

"I don't want to compete with a child for something."

Chen Xi glanced at Ning Rongrong, then turned and walked toward a table in the corner.

Hearing this, Yang Wushuang thought for a moment and said nothing more, instead quickly following Chen Xi.

"A child?"

"Was she talking about me?"

Ning Rongrong looked toward Chen Xi, her eyes narrowing slightly.

By appearance, she and Chen Xi seemed about the same age. If they really compared, it was hard to say who was older.

Just as Chen Xi left, the worker swiftly packed up the small cake and held it out before Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong looked at the cake being offered, then in the direction Chen Xi had left, and directly turned away.

"Hmph, I don't want it either."

"Just as she said, I don't want to compete with a child for something."

Seeing Ning Rongrong leave, Chen Xin smiled and stepped after her.

As they were about to leave the restaurant, Ning Rongrong turned to look toward Chen Xi. By coincidence, Chen Xi looked over as well.

Their gazes collided in midair.

Ning Rongrong's eyes were filled with displeasure, while Chen Xi's gaze did not change in the slightest.

A moment later, they each withdrew their gazes.

Ning Rongrong left the restaurant without looking back, while Chen Xi quietly waited for their dishes to be served.

"Xiao Xi, just now..."

Before Yang Wushuang could finish, Chen Xi smiled.

"Uncle Yang, I know."

"But there's no need. It's only a small cake; you can buy one anywhere."

Chen Xi spoke casually, her tone utterly natural.

Yang Wushuang looked at Chen Xi, thought for a moment, and said nothing more. He simply waited quietly for the dishes they had ordered.