The Demon Prince

Xiao Xingyue could easily undo a bra with one hand, let alone a mere bellyband.

While Li Miaoqing was still screaming, her bodice bounced with a "duang" and was pulled into Xiao Xingyue's hand.

Xiao Xingyue unfolded the bellyband, the inside still lingering with Li Miaoqing's body fragrance, but he ignored it and instead focused on the densely packed tiny characters on it, which were the follow-up mental cultivation method of the Holy Dragon Technique.

"Can't you just not look first!" Li Miaoqing's face was already flushed red as she glared angrily at Xiao Xingyue. "Give me the antidote right away!"

Xiao Xingyue was still thinking about how to squeeze the last bit of value out of the Seventh Princess.

Outside the courtyard, Zhao Yuanbao's voice suddenly came, "Young Master! Have you finished with the Seventh Princess? There's a doctor outside who claims to be from the Beitang aristocratic family. He said he came to take the Seventh Princess back, but we stopped him outside."

"The Beitang gentry? Alright, let's go and meet them."

Xiao Xingyue raised an eyebrow and smiled, leading the Seventh Princess to the front yard.

……

forecourt.

A group of veterans had blocked the entrance.

Feng Lie stood at the front, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his face grave. The veterans behind him also wore tense expressions.

A young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, stood outside the door. He was dressed in white with a jade pendant hanging from his waist. He was quite handsome, but his chin was held too high, and when he looked at people, it was as if he were looking at a patient, with a look of pity in his eyes.

He is Ning Jing, one of the few non-family members who are personally taught by Beitang Jimin, the patriarch of the Beitang clan.

Ning Jing's tone was filled with unspeakable arrogance: "The Seventh Princess is of noble status and it is inconvenient for her to stay in the Prince of Zhenguo's mansion for long. You uncouth people, get out of the way."

Feng Lie's face darkened: "What do you mean? In what way is our young master unworthy of the princess?"

Ning Jing sneered, "Unworthy? Stop dreaming of eating swan meat like a toad. Don't you all know what kind of situation the Zhenguo King's Mansion is in now?"

Some of the veterans gripped their knife handles tightly, while others took a step forward.

"What are you saying!"

"How dare you humiliate our Crown Prince!"

Feng Lie raised his hand, "We shouldn't make a move before the young master comes out, lest we cause him trouble..."

But they didn't make a move. Ning Jing sneered and suddenly waved his sleeve, sending a wisp of white smoke sweeping over everyone.

Feng Lie and the others quickly realized something was wrong; their hands and feet felt numb, and their chests felt tight.

Several veterans behind him swayed, but none of them fell.

Ning Jing sneered, "You're quite resilient. If you dare to stop me again, I'll make sure you all die from the poison!"

Just then, Xiao Xingyue's voice drifted over:

"Who's causing trouble here?"

All the veterans turned around at the same time and saw Xiao Xingyue come out, with a maid supporting Li Miaoqing behind him.

Upon seeing Li Miaoqing, Ning Jing's face immediately turned worried, and he quickly stepped forward: "Princess! Are you alright? Has Xiao Xingyue done anything to you?"

Li Miaoqing shook her head, "I'm fine. Xiao Xingyue... although shameless, he's not a lecherous rogue."

Xiao Xingyue smiled and said, "The Seventh Princess is one of the Xiao family's betrothed daughters-in-law, so there's no need to stand on ceremony."

Ning Jing's eyes instantly darkened: "Wife? You dare to say you're worthy?"

Xiao Xingyue glanced at him. "Who are you?"

Ning Jing said coldly, "I am Ning Jing, a disciple of the Northern Hall Medical King! I have been ordered by the Medical King to bring the Seventh Princess back to the manor. If you know what's good for you, get out of my way now!"

Xiao Xingyue smiled. "So it wasn't a thing after all."

"You!" Ning Jing's eyes flashed with a cold light: "So this is what you call a Ninth Prince? Your Xiao family is almost bankrupt, and you're still putting on airs!"

Li Miaoqing's heart tightened; she knew Ning Jing's personality well.

This man is skilled in medicine, but even more ruthless in poisons. He is revered as the leader by the younger generation of the Beitang aristocratic family, and he is arrogant and haughty. If he were to actually make a move against the Zhenguo King's Mansion, it would be bad if things escalated.

"Ning Jing, stop fooling around and take me back first," Li Miaoqing ordered.

Ning Jing cupped his hands in greeting, "Princess, rest assured, I will see you off immediately, but before I leave..."

Ning Jing's eyes suddenly hardened, and a wisp of white powder shot from his fingertip straight at Xiao Xingyue's face: "Please allow me to teach this brat a lesson!"

Xiao Xingyue swayed, clutching his forehead, his steps faltering: "It's poisonous."

Zhao Yuanbao's expression changed drastically: "Your Highness!"

Xiao Xingyue waved his hand, but before he could speak, Ning Jing stepped forward and slapped him on the shoulder, mocking, "The heir of the Zhenwang Royal Palace? Nothing special. Apologize to the Seventh Princess, and I'll cure your poison. How about it?"

As he spoke, he reached out to slap Xiao Xingyue's face to humiliate him again, but Xiao Xingyue suddenly made a move, Ning Jing's breath hitched, and the next moment, his wrist was tightly gripped.

The next instant, Xiao Xingyue exerted force, twisted his waist and back, and thrust his shoulder forward, sending Ning Jing flying into the air!

"How come you're not poisoned? Put me down! I'm a disciple of the King of Medicine!" Ning Jing was dumbfounded and struggled in the air.

But Xiao Xingyue held him tightly, saying, "I don't care what kind of disciple you are. If you try to show off in front of me, I'll cripple you!"

With a sudden swing of Xiao Xingyue's arms, bang—

Ning Jing was slammed hard onto the bluestone ground!

The bones were cracking and splintering!

The veterans were taken aback at first, then erupted in cheers:

"Good! Well done! The young master is mighty!"

Ning Jing lay on the ground, looking up in a disheveled state. His men from the Beitang Mansion immediately came to help him up.

"Wait! Slow down! It's broken!" Ning Jing, his face contorted in pain, clutched his aching back and stared intently at Xiao Xingyue. "How could you not be poisoned?!"

Xiao Xingyue said seriously, "Of course it's because I practice martial arts diligently, and I do twenty push-ups every morning..."

Ning Jing's face turned green. Suddenly, a light cough came from behind Xiao Xingyue, and Chen Manfu slowly walked out from outside the courtyard, his steps swift and powerful. Before he even arrived, his arrogant voice was already there: "With this old servant here, do you think you can harm the young master with your meager poison?"

Everyone looked over in surprise.

It was a rare opportunity to show off... Chen Manfu beamed, his laughter echoing throughout the room: "Your Highness, this old servant will only demonstrate once, so watch closely, this display will be very cool!"

But the next moment, Chen Manfu accidentally touched the threshold with his toes and fell face down, kicking up dust.

The entire room fell silent...