Chapter 478: Am I Still Your Fiancée?

"Rongrong, what have you been doing all these years?"

Qin Jian had no idea about Na'er's internal monologue, nor did he know that his Soul Beast ancestor already had the urge to hack someone to pieces.

He continued to hold Ning Rongrong, kissing her gently on the ear: "I want to know what my little princess has been doing these past few years, to make up a little for the regret of not being by your side."

Ning Rongrong's eyes curved into crescents: "Your little princess has had a very simple life these past few years. I was focused on cultivating before, and only started cooperating with Dad this past year to spread the name of Princess Rongrong throughout the Heaven Dou Empire and into people's hearts. At the very least, there's probably no one in the Heaven Dou Empire now who doesn't know me..."

"It's just that Xue Qinghe, he is truly too formidable..."

She said quietly: "He seems to have already sensed the movements of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Even I don't know Dad's plans, but he is already on guard. For now, I can only manage to solidify my status as a princess; I can't touch any further imperial power at all."

Qin Jian also stole a quiet glance at Xue Qinghe on the other side, only to see that she seemed to have been watching him all along.

When their eyes met at this moment, she immediately gave him a faint smile, the kind that felt like a spring breeze.

"She... I'll leave her to me to deal with in the future, Rongrong, you don't need to worry about this," he said, withdrawing his gaze.

Ning Rongrong nodded with a beaming smile: "Mm, Dad said the same thing!"

Ning Dalao, what kind of wild schemes are you planning? Hurry up and give me the bottom line, I'm feeling a bit panicked right now...

Based on Qin Jian's understanding of Ning Dalao, if he went to the trouble of maneuvering Ning Rongrong into the status of a princess, he must have designs on the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

But even if Xue Qinghe were exposed, there are still Xue Beng and Xue Ke; this big shot wouldn't be planning to...

Can't think about it, can't think about it; one thought leads to all sorts of nesting-doll-style schemes.

"Brother Jian, what about you? What have you been doing all these years?"

Ning Rongrong didn't seem to want to talk about those things either; she asked about Qin Jian's experiences.

Regarding this, besides curiosity, she was also vigilant.

"Last time we were separated for two or three years, you ended up with two 'little thirds' for me, then a Spirit Master Tournament gave me two more. Now, it's been a full five years, how many more have you come up with?"

It sounded quite calm, as if she didn't care at all.

But anyone who truly believes a woman is absolutely magnanimous and has no petty jealousy is undoubtedly a straight man.

Qin Jian was certainly not that...

Moreover, he believed that Ning Rongrong had definitely been keeping an eye on news about him.

After all, it wasn't the first or second time she had used the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's intelligence department for this purpose.

"Rongrong, just go ahead and ask what you want to know," Qin Jian said with a smile.

Soldiers come, block them; water comes, earth covers it. Let's see what she's most concerned about first.

"Oh..."

Ning Rongrong quietly narrowed her eyes: "First, tell me, what's this about a 'Pope's Consort'?"

"That thing..."

As expected, that was what she cared about most. Thank goodness it wasn't a confirmed fact.

Qin Jian said with full confidence: "That's just something those people in the Spirit Hall are spreading privately. You know how it is, these kinds of ambiguous rumors always spread the fastest."

"There's no smoke without fire. This title could only spread because you really did have something going on with that Pope, right?" Ning Rongrong pressed.

If he really said what exactly they had going on, his little head would probably be in jeopardy...

"We have a bit of a small connection, after all, you know I'm her Guard Captain, staying by her side day and night. How could it be possible not to have some gossip spread?" Qin Jian said.

"Pfft, scumbag."

Na'er's voice rang out, ice-cold.

Qin Jian: "..."

"Brother Jian..."

Ning Rongrong said faintly in his ear: "I think that with your ability, staying together day and night for so long, it would be abnormal if nothing happened..."

Qin Jian broke into a cold sweat: "This, well, a small thing did indeed happen..."

"Oh? What small thing? Is it the small thing where the Ocean's Tear was flashing day and night those few times?"

Ning Rongrong's tone grew increasingly chilly.

Qin Jian felt his lower half also go a bit chilly, as if it were about to be lost...

"Rongrong, do you know about Slaughter City?" he suddenly asked.

Ning Rongrong's eyes were filled with confusion: "Slaughter City?"

Qin Jian held her and explained: "Mm, Slaughter City gathers ninety percent of the Evil Soul Masters on the Dalu. It is extremely dangerous, and I lived inside it for three years."

"Ah? Ninety percent of the Evil Soul Masters? Isn't that very dangerous?" Ning Rongrong exclaimed.

"That's why the Ocean's Tear was used so much during that time..." Qin Jian said hurriedly.

"So that's how it was..."

Ning Rongrong leaned tightly against Qin Jian, as if feeling his body temperature: "Brother Jian has also had a very hard time these past few years..."

"It... it was alright..."

There was quite a bit of sweat on Qin Jian's forehead.

"However..."

Ning Rongrong paused, then changed the subject: "Brother Jian, you still haven't told me, which 'little thirds' have you found for me in these five years? Could it be that there isn't even one?"

The topic hadn't been diverted after all...

Qin Jian could only say cautiously: "Rongrong, that... the one I've confirmed a relationship with... um... there's... there's just one..."

He said such simple words with a stutter.

"The one you've confirmed a relationship with... who is it?"

Qin Jian clearly felt the temperature in Ning Rongrong's voice plummet.

"The Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall, Hu Liena," he said in a low voice.

The hand Ning Rongrong was using to hold Qin Jian quietly tightened, her little fist clenched as if she were about to hammer it onto his head the next moment.

"Hoo..."

But after a while, she gently let go, let out a soft sigh, and said faintly: "That's good... it's much better than I expected... I originally thought there would be three or four more..."

Qin Jian was covered in cold sweat.

"But Brother Jian..."

Ning Rongrong didn't intend to let him off yet: "You said those were the ones with confirmed relationships, which means there are still some without confirmed relationships, right?"

Qin Jian closed his eyes, resigned to his fate: "For those without confirmed relationships, the Pope counts as half."

Ning Rongrong: "..."

"This should make things explode now; surely no woman could endure this, especially since she is your fiancée..."

Na'er's voice rang out in Qin Jian's mind.

The schadenfreude was so obvious, so obvious that it wasn't even concealed.

Qin Jian secretly curled his lip.

Actually, Na'er also counted as half...

But if he said that out loud, not to mention Ning Rongrong, Na'er herself would probably explode with rage.

"You really are worthy of being Brother Jian..."

Qin Jian clearly felt the arms Ning Rongrong had wrapped around his neck tightening, making it hard for him to breathe.

"The Pope and the Saintess, the current Pope and the next Pope, could be said to be the two women with the highest status in the Spirit Hall, right?"

The small hands on his neck finally loosened a little, and Ning Rongrong sighed deeply: "Are they all going to get ahead of me one by one? From Zhuqing to Xiao Wu, and now..."

"Brother Jian..."

Ning Rongrong's voice was faint and resentful: "No matter who it is, they can get ahead of me and take a share... Am I still your fiancée?"

(End of this chapter)