Chapter 121: What is your relationship with my two daughters?

"..."

Li Fengyao withdrew his gaze; although he did not show it on the surface, his heart had already been stirred into turbulent waves.

This man is not quite right.

It was originally just a probe, but Li Fengyao habitually activated his Secret Technique.

The world only knows that Wanhua Valley chose to support him among the princes of this generation, but what they do not know is that the relationship between them is deeper than they imagine.

Li Fengyao had long been an Inner Sect Disciple of Wanhua Valley, qualified to study most of the techniques within the valley.

The Secret Technique just now seemed simple, but in reality, it was of an extremely high grade and exceptionally hidden, difficult for outsiders to perceive.

But Li Fengyao had not expected that his Secret Technique would actually fail.

No, it was not even as simple as failing.

Not only did it have no effect, he even suffered a backlash!

Gulp.

Silently swallowing the blood surging up his throat, the depths of Li Fengyao's eyes were stained with gloom.

"Is his cultivation level far higher than mine? Or is he also a master of this path? Or could it be that his technique counters mine?"

Regardless of the answer, this man would become a stumbling block on his path forward.

"Is this the helper Li Qiushui spoke of? Where exactly had she been hiding him before?"

"But no matter what, this victory belongs to me."

"You have preparations, but do you think I don't?"

Thinking of his own preparations, he adjusted his expression and nodded slightly toward several directions.

"Hmph hmph."

Watching Li Fengyao, who looked as if nothing had happened as he shifted his gaze, Ren Yidao smiled and withdrew his own.

Hehehe...

Is that it?

Please, you are so weak.

With this kind of mental fortitude, you are still trying to play at charm here?

Showing off before an expert!

Since you are already playing this game, how can you still have an image to maintain?

Trying to have it both ways has no future.

Having successfully resolved one small trouble, Ren Yidao looked toward another; it was a tall young man.

The disguised Li Long looked at Ren Yidao strangely, sizing him up repeatedly from head to toe.

"Eh? Worthy brother? How could he be here?"

Although Li Long was surprised by Ren Yidao's appearance, it was not something he could not accept.

After all, Li Long could sense that this Senior Brother of his daughter, this worthy brother he had just acknowledged not long ago, definitely had secrets.

Perhaps the Divine Path Sect had placed their bets on him, or perhaps it was his own innate talent; that was not important.

As for Ren Yidao, he approved of him.

But what Li Long could not understand was the person he was following...

"Why is it Qiushui? Shouldn't it be Ling'er?"

"Ah?"

Let me, the Emperor, sort this out...

Aren't you Ling'er's Senior Brother? Why would you get involved with Qiushui?

It was only a guess at first, but seeing the two of them exchanging glances, and Li Qiushui even biting her lip in confusion.

Li Long was stunned.

How are you involved with both of my daughters!!?

Li Lingling, as the person involved, might not be clear about it, but Li Long, as a bystander, could clearly feel her goodwill toward Ren Yidao.

Although it was only the most basic affection, it could easily turn into love under the interference of certain events.

But that was nothing.

As the Emperor, Li Long did not interfere with the love lives of his princesses, nor was there a need for political marriages.

Therefore, the few princesses who had already married had all chosen their husbands according to their own wishes.

But as a father, Li Long still could not accept this.

One is fine, but two is not okay!?

Damn it!

Whose brat has gotten involved with both of my girls?

Stand out, and let me skin you alive!

However, fortunately, Li Long still possessed the composure of an Emperor.

Before confirming the truth, he did not immediately seize his worthy brother and send him to the Heavenly Prison.

But Li Long was still prepared to give him a good lesson.

"You must not pass the test!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and Li Long glared directly at Ren Yidao.

Oh?

Feeling the glare, Ren Yidao could even guess what he was struggling with in his heart.

He smiled.

He smiled quite happily.

Yo, poor old father, are you starting to worry already?

Save it; children and grandchildren have their own fortunes, so stop meddling.

Li Long:?

What is he laughing at?

Why does seeing his smile make me so furious?

Li Long wanted to glare back, but Ren Yidao had already turned his head away, ignoring him no matter how much he grimaced or winked.

Ren Yidao had no interest in a middle-aged man throwing a tantrum of impotent rage.

After admiring a group of high-quality handsome men and beautiful women along with the helpers behind them, Ren Yidao looked toward a lonely figure in the corner.

That was a young man with his head lowered, having no helpers behind him, just himself alone.

People were consciously avoiding him, backing away as if dodging a plague god, creating a vacuum around him.

From the scattered discussions, Ren Yidao learned the identity of this young man.

The Eldest Prince, Li Jiyang.

Ren Yidao had originally thought that after luckily surviving, this guy would have completely laid low and shrunk away, content to be a prince in the future.

That would have been an extremely generous outcome.

Unexpectedly, he still hadn't given up and had participated in this struggle for the premiership.

"Courage worthy of praise."

Regardless of the outcome, Li Jiyang showing his face this time meant that his heart had not yet died.

Whichever Emperor ascends the throne in the future, it is unlikely they will let him live.

It's just like, if you are asked to write a poem, just write something about the sorrow of spring or the sadness of autumn.

Why insist on writing something like "The old country is unbearable to look back upon in the bright moonlight"... if you don't die, who will?

Withdrawing his gaze from the man who was as good as dead, Ren Yidao followed behind Li Qiushui, passed through the Qian Mirror, and walked into the Secret Realm.

After entering, Ren Yidao unexpectedly discovered that the scene was somewhat different from what he had imagined.

It was not everyone together, but rather entering an independent space.

A table, a chair, a bookshelf, and nothing else besides.

"Senior Brother Jian, you really are a member of the Li Family..."

This space was unexpectedly familiar, almost identical to the private room Jian Xinxin had under Luoyue Peak.

Looking again at the books on the shelf, Ren Yidao's expression changed.

"Five Classics and Four Books", "Beigan Legal Code", "Beigan History", "Beiming Calendar", "Biographies of Noble Families", "Chronicles of the Holy Divine Martial Emperor"...

Ren Yidao: "?"

Hiss.

We've already entered the Secret Realm, for fuck's sake, you guys aren't just doing this, are you!?

Are we taking the provincial imperial examinations?

Let me choose my own topic!

Otherwise, how am I supposed to be a literary plagiarist!?

He couldn't help but raise his hand and gently poke Li Qiushui in front of him with his finger.

"Where is this?"

Being touched on the back, Li Qiushui's body trembled slightly; she turned her head to glare at Ren Yidao and whispered angrily:

"Don't touch me."

Watching Ren Yidao raise his hand in apology and step back, Li Qiushui suppressed the feelings of shame and annoyance in her heart and said indifferently:

"This is the interior of the Qian Mirror; this space is modeled after the High Ancestor Emperor's study."

She walked toward the desk and looked at the blank paper on the tabletop that had not a single word on it.

"If I haven't guessed wrong, this paper is asking us to write down our own..."

"Grand Ambition."