Chapter 24: Only Loving You

On the way back to their residence, the more Ning Rongrong thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

"Qin Jian, the Crown Prince and the Princess have grown up in the Imperial Palace, so they have naturally learned a lot of etiquette. What will we do if we lose when the time comes?" She tugged at Qin Jian's fingers and said.

Qin Jian, however, looked relaxed: "Don't worry, Rongrong. The Assessment for the end of etiquette training should be a performance, and we have half a year to prepare!"

Plus, with his head full of music from his past life, wouldn't just picking one at random instantly crush this group of princes and princesses?

"But they have just as much time to prepare, and they can also ask others for help..."

Ning Rongrong tugged at Qin Jian's hand hard again and chided: "Qin Jian, do you also want to be with the Princess?"

"Dummy!"

Qin Jian tapped her smooth forehead in annoyance: "The two of us have the Ocean's Tear. As long as it still exists, it means our hearts are still connected."

"That's true... but what if we really lose?" Ning Rongrong was still very worried.

"This kind of bet was just for fun in the first place. How could anyone take a child's bet seriously? It's probably only you and Xue Ke who would take it to heart... It's even strange that the Crown Prince would get involved..."

Qin Jian said very casually: "Even if we lose, you only promised that you would let me go, but it didn't say I couldn't refuse..."

"Wow, Qin Jian, you're so shameless..."

Ning Rongrong widened her eyes, but soon her smile blossomed like a flower: "But I like it, hee hee..."

"Rongrong, when will you stop calling me Qin Jian?"

Qin Jian suddenly grabbed her small hand and interlaced his fingers with hers: "Don't you think it's too distant?"

"Huh?"

Ning Rongrong blinked her eyes and asked: "Then what should I call you?"

"Hmm..."

Qin Jian pinched his chin, also feeling a bit of a headache: "That's the bad thing about a two-character name; it's especially hard to address..."

Ning Rongrong's eyes rolled around, and she suddenly said: "Qin Jian, I know what to call you."

"Hm? What will you call me?"

Qin Jian was both curious and expectant.

"Hehe, I won't tell you!"

Ning Rongrong put her hands behind her back and suddenly skipped ahead.

"Not telling me? Then you don't intend to call me anything?"

Qin Jian said speechlessly: "What's the point if you know it but I don't?"

"When you lead Rongrong to win the etiquette graduation performance, Rongrong will call you!" Ning Rongrong turned her head and said coquettishly.

"Fine, you've even learned how to keep people in suspense. Tell me quickly what it is!"

Qin Jian lunged forward, about to tap her head.

"Nyah nyah nyah, you can't hit me, you can't hit me!"

Who knew Ning Rongrong was prepared; she actually dodged it and took off running.

"Ning Rongrong, don't run!"

"Come and chase me, nyah nyah nyah..."

"......"

Inside the Imperial Palace, attendants who occasionally saw this scene all revealed knowing smiles.

Young affection is pure and flawless, the most enviable thing of all.

"I originally thought that after Ning Rongrong calmed down from this bet, she would be a little suspicious of Qin Jian. Even if she wasn't, I could at least plant a seed..."

Xue Qinghe's figure emerged from the shadows, murmuring in a low voice: "I didn't expect it to have no effect on their relationship at all. How exactly was this kind of trust cultivated?"

She shook her head and said: "Forget it, they are just two children. Even if it doesn't work this time, there will always be opportunities in the future..."

"On the contrary, this Qin Jian—why am I becoming less and less willing to scheme against him? What is this inexplicable sense of affection all about..."

She rubbed her temples, looking very troubled: "There is absolutely no soul power fluctuation; I haven't been hit by a soul skill..."

"Qian Renxue, oh Qian Renxue, could it be that you can really develop feelings for a young boy?"

"However... he really is very good-looking..."

"......"

Inside the room, on the large bed.

Ning Rongrong lay beside Qin Jian, pouting her small mouth and chiding: "Qin Jian, you're too much. I already said you can't hit a girl there..."

"But I only do that to you." Qin Jian laughed in a low voice.

Ning Rongrong's small face turned red, and then she made a face: "Pfft, I'm ignoring you."

She sat up, turning her back to him.

Qin Jian smiled, then simply pulled her over from behind to lean against him: "Alright, let's think about what to do for the graduation performance, shall we?"

Her long, beautiful hair carried a faint fragrance, making Qin Jian unable to resist sniffing it gently, and his eyes narrowed in comfort.

Ning Rongrong leaned against Qin Jian, resting her entire body weight on him, feeling the warmth of being protected, and couldn't help but start feeling dizzy again.

"Graduation... performance... Rongrong doesn't know how to do anything... Rongrong will listen to you..." she said in a daze.

Qin Jian chuckled, then began to ponder it himself.

There were many options, but few were suitable.

Thinking of the stories he had always told Ning Rongrong, he remembered a drama he had watched in his past life.

Although the plot adaptation in it was unbearable to look at, those few insert songs were quite good.

*Time's Ink and Brush*, *Thoughts of Parting*, *Ballad of the Green Robe*...

Which one should he choose?

"Qin Jian... Qin Jian..."

At this moment, the murmurs of Ning Rongrong came from his chest, interrupting Qin Jian's train of thought.

He looked down and was instantly speechless.

Because this little girl had actually fallen asleep resting on him, and she was even calling his name in her dream; couldn't she have used a more affectionate term...

"What a... little one..."

Qin Jian gently picked up her soft little body, then slowly placed her on the bed and lightly covered her with the quilt.

"Qin Jian..."

A low murmur sounded, and Qin Jian immediately looked down to see Ning Rongrong clutching his left hand with both of hers; even though she wasn't awake, she held on with infinite attachment: "Qin Jian..."

"I want to... always be... with you..."

Qin Jian trembled all over, and he felt his nose sting.

He slowly lowered his head and planted a kiss on Ning Rongrong's smooth forehead.

"One day, we will be together forever, I promise!"

He said softly, with incomparable firmness.

It felt as if there was a surge of Qi in his heart, wanting to tear apart this damned fate.

There was no transmigrator more miserable than him; as soon as he arrived, he became a Ten Thousand Year Love Flower, unable to die even if he wanted to...

Having finally become a Million-Year Soul Beast, he faced the fate of being eaten...

He had taken human form, yet he had to suffer heartbreak to become stronger, and he had to suffer heartbreak nine times!

Plus, his original form was a Love Flower, and his nature was one of extreme emotion and sincerity, so he didn't even have the chance to be a scumbag.

He suddenly envied Tang San, as that was the standard configuration for a transmigrator: a powerful father, an awesome mother, a formidable sect, outstanding talent, the Tang Sect Inheritance he brought with him, twin martial souls, and a great hammer that could hammer the sky, hammer the earth, and hammer the air...

"Regardless of anything else, at least I've had more romances than him..."

Qin Jian gave a bitter smile, his body slowly sinking down as he burrowed into the quilt.

With his left arm around Ning Rongrong's small body, he gently closed his eyes.

"If it were possible, I really wish to only fall in love with you in this life..."

(End of this chapter)