Chapter 224

Qin Lang: "..."

"I go?" Qin Lang was stunned.

"If you don't go, do you expect me to go?" Qin Bi flipped through cultivation books; she couldn't understand anything about spirit mansions or immortal arts, so she tossed them aside: "Just try it, maybe it'll work."

"I, I, I'm not a mystic." Qin Lang stammered. Being forced to do this was unheard of: "There are many mystics in the Immortal Sect; you can invite a mystic to take a look at the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi, or find one on the street."

Qin Bi was impatient: "It's very simple, just shake the small teacup over the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi's head. Why go to such trouble? If it doesn't work, you can remind the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi to find a mystic. There are plenty of mystics; it's just hard to find a proper one."

Any random mystic would claim to know mystic arts, but few had real skills.

Qin Lang was dumbfounded: "But I don't know anything at all."

Even though he said that, Qin Lang still asked Qin Bi again how to shake the small teacup. Qin Lang asked, and Luo Bi pondered as she spoke; it was all about bluffing, so it had to be as believable as possible.

Sigh, Qin Bi sighed: "You can mutter a few words yourself, exorcising evil and calling the soul."

Qin Lang: "..."

Fine. Qin Lang knew nothing, but since Qin Bi told him to do it, Qin Lang gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, deciding to go for it. The youth rode his horse back to the Prince Anyuan Hou Fu, where the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi was closing his eyes for a nap.

The servant called: "Shizi."

The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi was annoyed: "Get out."

His head was splitting with pain; was it easy to fall asleep? He had just started to feel sleepy, and they were calling him.

"Shizi." The servant shrank his neck: "The legitimate son of the third branch of the Qin Yan Marquis Manor is back."

The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi was stunned, remembering what Qin Lang had gone to do. His head was hurting now, and if Qin Lang had a way, that would be for the best. The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi suddenly sat up, put on his boots, and left the room.

Qin Lang was waiting in the living room, and the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi asked hurriedly: "Qin Lang, am I possessed?"

Qin Lang paused, then nodded hurriedly: "It's possession, it's possession."

The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi was suspicious: "Really?"

Qin Lang took the small teacup out of his sleeve. The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi leaned over to look, and a few small crystals fell out. Qin Lang took them out of his sleeve: "Look, I've brought the magic treasure."

The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi calmed down; with a magic treasure, he should know something.

Qin Lang put all the small crystals into the small blue-and-white porcelain teacup, pointed at a stool, and said to the curious Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi: "Sit down, sit down."

The servant was very observant and quickly moved the stool closer. The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi sat down. Qin Lang kept a straight face, though he was nervous inside. He held the small teacup in one hand and circled it over the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi's head, muttering words under his breath.

Next time, he wouldn't listen to his sister; wasn't this just bluffing people!

After Qin Lang finished circling, he sat down to chat with the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi, exchanging a few pleasantries before leaving.

The servant went to serve tea. The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi drank tea while chatting aimlessly with Qin Lang. They didn't talk about anything else, just that the last time they summoned rain, the farmland of the Su Guogong Fu and several other families had a good harvest this year.

"Eh?" The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi was surprised.

"What's wrong?" Qin Lang's hand holding the teacup paused.

The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi pressed his forehead: "It doesn't hurt as much."

Qin Lang: "..."

The servant hurried forward: "Shizi, you finally don't have a headache anymore."

Everything was happy thereafter. Qin Lang left in a daze, and the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi was also dazed. Was it really that mystical? But his head clearly felt less muddled. Qin Lang, did he also understand mystic arts?!

The servant hurried happily to tell the Prince Anyuan Hou Lady. The Prince Anyuan Hou Lady was suspicious in her heart, but said: "As long as it works, have dinner early and go to sleep early after eating."

The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi didn't have much of a headache anymore, and his spirits were suddenly lifted.

Qin Lang ran to find Qin Bi, very surprised: "Sister, the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi is actually better?"

"Guessed right." Qin Bi was pleasantly surprised.

"Yes." Qin Lang was happy too: "This time I really guessed it."

Qin Bi was puzzled: "What are you happy about?"

"I can take my little nephew to eat at a wealthy house." Qin Lang was full of joy: "The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi has had a headache for a long time. I cured him, so he has to treat me to a meal."

Qin Bi also smiled: "How many spirit beast crystals did you earn?"

Qin Lang waved his hand: "I'm not a mystic, so I didn't ask for any."

Qin Bi: "..."

The next day, the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi indeed treated them to a meal. Qin Lang came to the Rong Wang Fu early in the morning to pick up Rong Yang, and the uncle and nephew went to the banquet, accompanied by several descendants of cultivation families.

After eating, Qin Lang sent Rong Yang home.

When Qin Lang returned to the Marquis Manor, he went to see Zhu Shi first.

"Where did you go?" Zhu Shi asked.

"The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi treated me to a meal." Qin Lang roughly explained the matter of the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi being possessed.

Zhu Shi didn't believe it at all and waved her hand. Qin Lang went to his own courtyard for a nap.

In the afternoon, Qin Lang went to the academy. When he returned home in the evening, the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi's servant was already waiting. Seeing Qin Lang, the servant's eyes lit up immediately, and he ran over fawningly.

"Young Master Qin, our Shizi has a headache again." The servant pulled Qin Lang's arm: "Let's go, hurry to our Marquis Manor."

Qin Lang's heart skipped a beat: "He has a headache again?!"

He had just bluffed his way through yesterday, and today it wasn't working again. Not understanding mystic arts really wouldn't do.

Qin Lang didn't dare to follow him to the Prince Anyuan Hou Fu immediately. He didn't understand these things, so he went to the Rong Wang Fu to find Qin Bi first. Qin Bi was watching the children, and the servant and Qin Lang explained the situation together.

"Did the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi see his Second Aunt again?" Qin Bi thought for a moment and asked.

Qin Lang looked at the servant, and the servant nodded: "Yes, why, is that not allowed?"

What could Qin Bi say? She gave the small teacup to Qin Lang: "Take the magic tool and go to the Prince Anyuan Hou Fu again."

Qin Lang didn't really want to go. He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, took the small teacup, loaded it with a handful of small spirit beast crystals, and left. The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi's servant followed closely. When they arrived at the Prince Anyuan Hou Fu, the Prince Anyuan Hou Lady was waiting outside the Shizi's courtyard.

"The exorcism yesterday was effective." The Prince Anyuan Hou Lady led Qin Lang into the courtyard: "He was fine at noon, but suddenly he had a headache again. He's listless and exhausted."

The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi was closing his eyes to rest on a small couch in the courtyard. Qin Lang took out the small teacup and loaded it with small spirit beast crystals: "It's fine, I brought the magic tool; just shake it over him and he'll be fine."

Qin Lang had no confidence at all when saying this. The Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi sat up.

Once familiar, twice skilled. Qin Lang took the small teacup and circled it over the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi's head, muttering words under his breath. The Prince Anyuan Hou Lady's eyelids twitched, and she pressed her lips together to keep from laughing.

She really didn't expect that the legitimate son of the third branch of the Qin Yan Marquis Manor would know mystic arts.

Qin Lang put away the small teacup, the maid served tea, and the Prince Anyuan Hou Lady chatted with him. She couldn't finish talking about the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi's discomfort, and the Prince Anyuan Hou Lady sighed repeatedly.

Qin Lang listened patiently, drank enough tea, and left.

The next day, the Prince Anyuan Hou Lady sent someone to deliver a message: the Prince Anyuan Hou Shizi was better, and she sent a gift.