Douluo: Starting from the Nine-Curved Vine Dragon

Chapter 12 The Art of Language

A young man in his early twenties, wearing a blue cloth robe, stood at the stairs. His long black hair was tied with a blue cloth belt and hung neatly behind his head, giving people a refreshing feeling.

This person is none other than the current Crown Prince of the Tiandou Empire, Xue Qinghe.

"Duke Lin, I'm honored!" Xue Qinghe smiled brightly and greeted Lin Rong politely.

Lin Rong looked at the person in front of him and was quite surprised:
It was her, Qian Renxue. What was she doing in Yuexuan? To learn palace etiquette?

If you think about it carefully, eleven years later, Xue Ke, the only princess of the royal family, will also come to Yuexuan to learn court etiquette.

In this case, even though Qian Renxue is pretending to be the prince, it is not impossible for her to come to Yuexuan to learn court etiquette.

Now, the real Xue Qinghe should be around twenty years old, and the age matches, so Qian Renxue really came here to learn court etiquette?
"His Royal Highness."

Lin Rong simply greeted him and was about to leave.

The plan against Qian Renxue came later and it was not her turn yet, so Lin Rong did not want to get entangled with her too much to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Unfortunately, God did not wish.

The fake Xue Qinghe was very curious about what could happen when Lin Rong, a six-year-old child, came to see Tang Yuehua.

So, Xue Qinghe, who was full of curiosity, asked in a roundabout way:
"Duke Lin has just turned six, and it is still too early for him to learn court etiquette. I wonder why he came to see Madam Yue today?"

"Could it be that Duke Lin admired Madam Yue's beauty at a young age, and therefore came to Madam Yue to confide his true feelings?"

Hearing this, Lin Rong stopped walking and thought:

"You are so good, Qian Renxue. Just because I don't want to provoke you doesn't mean I don't dare to provoke you."

"Since you are so curious, don't blame me for being hurtful!"

So, Lin Rong leaned on the stair railing, looked down at Xue Qinghe, and said softly:

"His Royal Highness, you are joking."

"Madam Yue, as a woman, single-handedly founded such a large family business as Yuexuan. She is truly a heroine."

"My parents have passed away, and Uncle Yu has been supporting the Duke's Mansion for these years. In order to take over all the affairs of the Duke's Mansion in the future, I came to Madam Yue to seek advice."

At this point, Lin Rong changed the subject:
"However, when talking about heroic women, we cannot help but mention His Holiness the Pope."

"Over the years, the Spirit Hall has grown stronger and stronger under the leadership of the Pope, which is enough to show how clever his methods are."

"She is worthy of being the first female pope in the history of Spirit Hall."

"The Pope is a daughter, but she holds a high position and manages the Spirit Hall in an orderly manner."

"Your Highness, you and I are both men. How can we imagine the hardships that are unknown to outsiders?"

"The Pope holds a high position and is very busy, but fortunately he has no children and no worries."

"Otherwise, if the Pope has children alive, but is too busy dealing with affairs to take care of them, how pitiful it would be for the Pope's children to not have their mother's love!"

"Are you right, Your Highness?"

Lin Rong's following words were like sharp thorns that pierced Qian Renxue's heart.

The face of Xue Qinghe, whom she was pretending to be, instantly turned ugly. She clenched her fists and roared madly in her heart:
"That woman, that woman is nothing special. She is just a cuckoo occupying the magpie's nest and stealing the position of Pope from my Qian family!"

"At that time, the Qian family was empty-handed, and I was still young. That woman was just temporarily taking over the position of Pope for me!"

"Also, such a vicious woman is not worthy of being a mother, not worthy!"

Although Lin Rong did not have the ability to read minds, after reading the original novel, he could roughly guess what Qian Renxue was thinking at the moment.

In fact, Qian Renxue desperately longs for maternal love, but she is deeply trapped in it and cannot see her own heart clearly.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Lin Rong pretended to be slow to react and apologized to Xue Qinghe: "I'm sorry, Your Highness."

"I forgot that your mother has already..."

"My words were too hasty just now. Please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Qian Renxue, who had no love-mindedness, was indeed a great hero. She, who was pretending to be Xue Qinghe, quickly calmed down and fought back:
"No, Duke Lin didn't mean it."

"Besides, although my mother has passed away, I still have my father who can give me fatherly love. I can also be filial to him and fulfill my duties as a child."

"Compared to Duke Lin, who lost both his parents, Qinghe is already very happy."

Both of them said words that touched each other's hearts, but unfortunately, as a time traveler, Lin Rong did not have much affection for the parents whom he had never met in this life.

Qian Renxue's words had no effect at all.

But the fake Xue Qinghe in front of him actually still had the mind to fight back. It seemed that he still had fighting spirit and was unwilling to admit defeat.

In this case, Lin Rong might as well let the "Crown Prince" in front of him lose more thoroughly.

Therefore, Xue Qinghe did not see Lin Rong's sad expression, so he (she) could not say the comforting words he (she) had prepared.

Instead, I saw Lin Rong smiling and saying:

"Your Highness, you don't have to pity me."

"Although my father died before I was born and my mother died of excessive worry, I do not lack family affection."

"My housekeeper, Grandpa Yu Yuan, is no different from my own grandfather in my heart."

"With this kind of relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, I had a very happy childhood."

"On the other hand, Your Highness, your grandfather, the previous emperor, died before you were born."

"You have never lived with your grandfather, so I'm afraid you can't understand the affection between a grandfather and his grandson."

"So, Your Highness the Crown Prince will not know how painful it is to not be able to accompany Grandpa."

Having said this, Lin Rong turned to the old housekeeper behind him and said:
"Grandpa Yu, I'm tired. Can you carry me back?"

As he spoke, Lin Rong grabbed the old housekeeper's hand and shook it, just like a grandson acting like a spoiled child to his grandfather.

After hearing this, the old butler squatted down, a kind smile appeared on his old face, and he hugged the young master in his arms.

As they walked down, Lin Rong pulled the old butler's beard and said goodbye to Xue Qinghe with a smile:

"Your Highness, Grandpa Yu and I are leaving first. See you later!"

"See you later!" Xue Qinghe responded with a forced smile. Under his sleeves, in his clenched fists, his nails had already pierced deeply into his flesh and blood. He kept reminding himself:
Hold on, hold on, we're on an undercover mission now.

Although he missed his grandfather very much, once he went back to Wuhun City to see him, it would mean that he had admitted defeat to that woman.

Absolutely not. I volunteered for this mission and I cannot give up no matter what.

Because she had to prove to that woman how good she was and how wrong it was for her to abandon her.

The streets of Tiandou City are bustling with traffic.

Lin Rong sat in the carriage, sensing the intense emotional fluctuations through life, which he had never seen before. He couldn't help but shake his head and thought:
"If you are so impatient, you will not be able to handle important tasks in the future."

"Qian Renxue, I have prepared a huge surprise for you in the future. Please don't get too excited or you might die suddenly."

"After all, some plans still require your help."

(End of this chapter)