Little one, we meet again

Xue Qinghe walked over to Ling Han and naturally slipped his arm through Ling Han's.

Ling Han smiled faintly and made no move to refuse.

"The meal isn't ready yet, Brother Ling. Come to my study for a little chat first."

Meanwhile, not far away, Light Feather Douluo was skulking on a rooftop.

I won't probe him with my spiritual power this time. Let's see him spot me now!

He believed he had concealed himself flawlessly this time. Without releasing even a trace of spiritual power or Soul Power, he was certain Ling Han would never discover him.

But Light Feather Douluo had still underestimated Ling Han's perception.

It was, after all, perception on the level of a Limit Douluo.

The instant Ling Han stepped into the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace, he had already noticed Light Feather Douluo.

He simply knew Light Feather Douluo meant no harm, so he couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.

Xue Qinghe led Ling Han into the study to chat.

"Brother Ling, I learned a great deal from what you told me about governing last time. Would you be willing to share a little more?"

Drawing on what he had learned in his previous life, Ling Han had offered Xue Qinghe some advice and suggestions. Xue Qinghe had benefited greatly from them, and his trust and gratitude toward Ling Han had only deepened.

And so, Ling Han shared more of the ancient sages' wisdom on governance and strategy. Xue Qinghe listened with rapt interest, sometimes clapping in delight, sometimes falling silent in thought, and sometimes nodding in approval.

"Your Highness, the meal is ready."

A maid spoke from outside the door.

Ling Han and Xue Qinghe left the room together and headed for the dining area.

Xue Qinghe had ordered the servants to prepare a lavish spread for Ling Han.

"I've learned so much from your explanations today, Brother Ling. Let me offer you a toast!"

Xue Qinghe raised his cup as he spoke.

Ling Han raised his own cup in response.

Their cups met with a clear clink, and they both drained their drinks.

After several rounds, Xue Qinghe's cheeks had turned faintly red. He was clearly getting drunk.

"Brother Ling... I... I'm truly glad to have met a friend like you... I... I'm so glad!"

By now, Xue Qinghe was starting to ramble. Even Qian Renxue's disguise seemed to be slipping, making Xue Qinghe's voice sound a little feminine.

With little other choice, Ling Han helped Xue Qinghe back to his room to rest.

Xue Qinghe nestled against his chest, looking as though he might turn back into Qian Renxue at any moment.

Light Feather Douluo, who was secretly watching from a distance, was frantic.

The Xiao Xue he knew was never this careless.

He had never expected Xue Qinghe, who hardly ever drank, to drink so freely with Ling Han today.

Yet Light Feather Douluo dared not act rashly. Ling Han was terrifyingly powerful. What if he was discovered?

Ling Han helped Xue Qinghe into his room and laid him on his bed.

"I... I'm not drunk! I can still drink!"

The alcohol had gone to Xue Qinghe's head, and he had begun drunkenly babbling.

Just as Ling Han was about to leave, Xue Qinghe caught his arm.

"Don't go... Ling Han... don't go..."

Ling Han was about to move his arm away when Xue Qinghe's hand loosened on its own, and he fell into a deep sleep.

To Ling Han's eyes, the person lying on the bed was no crown prince named Xue Qinghe, but a breathtakingly beautiful little angel with flushed cheeks.

Ling Han shook his head, turned, and left the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace.

As soon as he stepped out through the courtyard gate, Ling Han raised his right hand and made a grabbing motion.

The next instant, a powerful suction erupted from his palm, pulling a figure straight into his grasp.

Light Feather Douluo had been happily enjoying the show when his body suddenly stopped obeying him.

Before he knew it, he was in Ling Han's hand.

Light Feather Douluo: ??? I never entered your line of sight or made a single footstep! You know perfectly well whether you're using cheats!

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Light Feather Douluo struggled desperately in Ling Han's grip, but it was no use.

Compared to someone at Ling Han's Limit Douluo level, a rank ninety-six was practically no different from a little girl.

"Little one, we meet again. Why are you running around on your own again today?"

To Light Feather Douluo, Ling Han's smile was even more frightening than a demon's whisper.

He instinctively covered his backside with both hands as some unpleasant memories surfaced.

"I told you, I'm not a child! Let this old man go!" Light Feather Douluo snapped.

Ignoring his protests, Ling Han carried Light Feather Douluo in one hand and headed out of Heaven Dou City.

"Come on, come on. Big brother will take you somewhere fun!"

Ling Han had no intention of actually doing anything to Light Feather Douluo. He just wanted to tease him.

After all, the man kept spying on him. He had to give him a warning.

"Where are you taking me? What are you going to do?"

Ling Han pressed the fingers of his free hand against Guang Ling's acupoints, sealing his Soul Power.

"Children who lie aren't good children, you know. Big brother will find you a few big, burly, dark-skinned uncles to play with."

Ling Han deliberately tried to scare Light Feather Douluo.

Light Feather Douluo's expression changed drastically at those words.

He wasn't really a child, so he naturally understood what Ling Han was implying.

With his Soul Power sealed, he would have no way to resist if Ling Han really went through with it.

At the thought of losing his chastity, Guang Ling, an old man who had lived for so many years, actually felt his eyes redden.

"No! I don't want to lose my honor in my old age! Please don't do this, all right?"

"I'm a child! I'm a child! I won't call myself an old man anymore, okay?"

Light Feather Douluo truly regretted it now. If only he had let Azure Luan Douluo come instead. Why had he insisted on coming himself?

Now this terrifying fellow had caught him again, sealed his Soul Power, and was going to subject him to something awful.

Seeing Light Feather Douluo on the verge of tears, Ling Han found it incredibly funny.

Then Ling Han took Light Feather Douluo to a small river outside Heaven Dou City.

"Why did you bring me here? Are you going to kill me to silence me?"

Ling Han said nothing and merely gestured to himself as he measured something out, making Light Feather Douluo even more certain that his life was over.

The more he thought about it, the harder it was to accept. Sitting by the river, he began wallowing in sorrow.

"To think this is how I'll go. Eldest Brother, Second Brother, and all my other brothers, I'll never see you again. You must look after Xiao Xue for me. When she settles down and starts a family, remember to bring them to my grave..."

"What are you mumbling about?"

Hearing Light Feather Douluo let his imagination run so wild left Ling Han rather speechless.

Light Feather Douluo looked at Ling Han with grim resolve.

"Kill me or carve me up, do as you please. Just get it over with!"

Speechless, Ling Han pointed at the rack he had just set up and the large iron pot resting on it.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and fetch some firewood."

At the sight of the large iron pot, Light Feather Douluo's imagination took another nasty turn.

Is that pot for stewing me?

All I did was sneak a look at him! Is this really necessary?

"Can't you just give this old man a quick death? Don't stew me in that big iron pot!"