She looked at Jiang Yunzhou and continued to ask the doubts in her heart: "I still have a doubt. I wonder if Dean Jiang would be convenient to tell me?"
Jiang Yunzhou reined in his smile: "Are you asking about my spirit ring?"
"Dean Jiang is exceptionally intelligent; that's precisely it." Xue Qinghe nodded.
Jiang Yunzhou laughed heartily: "This matter, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint Brother Qinghe. It's not something that can be explained in a few words, so I might as well not say it."
He couldn't explain this matter at all; he hadn't even told his three disciples.
Xue Qinghe showed an expression that confirmed her suspicions.
She herself knew that this question was indeed a bit out of line: "It's alright, I was being presumptuous."
After that, the two continued to chat happily.
Xue Qinghe even felt a sense of meeting an old friend, as if they had known each other for a long time.
And Jiang Yunzhou knew that hidden beneath this facade was a beautiful woman.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the desire to chat with a man for so long.
The content of their conversation was also very simple, mostly consisting of mutual probing.
Jiang Yunzhou answered with a mix of truth and falsehood, responding naturally, and the other party couldn't find any flaws.
And his words always hit her heart at just the right moment, causing her to frequently lose focus.
She gradually felt that the man in front of her seemed to be more interested in flirting with her.
Recalling the hug from their first meeting, she couldn't help but wonder: Could he really like men?
This, this, this is such a pity!
She was very confident in her disguise, so she never thought that Jiang Yunzhou was treating her as a woman.
Although there was a hint of flirting, she felt that he understood her. Even if he was gay, it shouldn't hinder their friendship, right?
She felt that Jiang Yunzhou was very suitable to be a friend, someone she could confide in, so she really wanted this friend.
Gay is gay then.
After all, she still didn't have a close friend until now.
Heaven knows how much she wished for a friend who could understand her and talk to her about her innermost thoughts.
And the man in front of her was not only handsome, but his conversation also greatly pleased her. She thought to herself: I'm definitely having this person.
It wasn't until dusk that Xue Qinghe rose to bid farewell.
"Dean Jiang, you and I are very compatible. In the future, we must interact more often."
Jiang Yunzhou smiled and agreed: "That's natural. It's just that I've just offended the Fourth Prince, and I'm afraid there will be constant trouble in the future, so I might not have time to visit Brother Qinghe..."
Xue Qinghe secretly thought, this person is quite direct!
Saying this, wasn't he clearly trying to get her to solve these troubles for him?
It doesn't matter, this is exactly what she wanted. She had already planned to do so, but she also had her own ideas.
After a thorough conversation with Jiang Yunzhou, her favorable impression of him was almost at its peak.
She only needed to go back and combine the information collected by her subordinates to know what kind of person Jiang Yunzhou truly was.
"I will help mediate this matter. You can rest assured and continue teaching here."
"Wouldn't this be troubling Brother Qinghe?" Jiang Yunzhou feigned surprise.
Xue Qinghe secretly disdained Jiang Yunzhou. Why is he pretending again? Isn't this exactly what you're thinking?
She remained calm and said: "No trouble, it's a small matter."
"Alright, it's getting late, and I still have things to do, so I'll take my leave now."
"Brother Qinghe is busy with myriad affairs, so I won't keep you."
A conversation, each with their own agenda, thus came to an end.
Jiang Yunzhou watched the receding figure, a slight curve forming on his lips.
In the Imperial Palace of Tiandou, inside Xue Beng's bedchamber.
A guard, sweating profusely, reported tremblingly: "F-Fourth Prince, the hundred-plus people sent, they're all... all dead..."
"What? All dead?!" The teacup in Xue Beng's hand shattered to the ground with a 'bang,' startling the guard, who buried his head even lower.
Those were the private soldiers and thugs he and Xue Xing had secretly raised, who had handled many unknown affairs.
He was shocked that they went and never returned.
He suppressed his anger and asked through gritted teeth: "Then, how is Supreme Academy now?"
"R-Replying to Fourth Prince, Supreme Academy is completely unharmed. That Jiang Yunzhou only made one move, and all hundred-plus people were gone."
The guard's voice trembled, "And he, he is a Soul Douluo, and his spirit ring configuration is very strange."
Xue Beng nearly fainted upon hearing this.
One move to kill a hundred people? Including Spirit Emperors and Spirit Saints? What kind of monster is this?
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm: "Explain clearly, how is the spirit ring strange?"
"His, his spirit rings are: purple, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black..."
"What? Are you sure you didn't see wrong?" Xue Beng completely lost his composure.
"This subordinate would not dare to deceive you..."
Xue Beng was completely stunned.
He merely fancied two girls, how did he provoke such a monster?
Now, let alone subduing the other party, this was a deadly feud.
He had probably already offended the other party beyond redemption, with no room for maneuver.
Then, if he were to go out again in the future, wouldn't it be very dangerous?
If he had to stay in the Imperial Palace all day, what was the difference from being imprisoned?
Being targeted by such a powerful Soul Douluo, he would probably need a Titled Douluo as a bodyguard to feel safe going out, wouldn't he?
But where would he find a Titled Douluo to be a bodyguard?
He paced back and forth in his bedchamber, his face anxious.
"There's still a way, Poison Douluo, yes, Poison Douluo can definitely deal with him!"
He could only pin all his hopes on Poison Douluo now, praying day and night for Jiang Yunzhou to die quickly.
Just as he was feeling restless, another guard rushed in to report: "Fourth Prince! The C-Crown Prince is here!"
Xue Beng shot up: "Imperial Brother? Why is he looking for me?"
Before he could clear his thoughts, Xue Qinghe walked in with a frosty expression.
"I-Imperial Brother, you've come late at night, what are your orders?" Xue Beng quickly stood up, his voice a few shades weaker.
Xue Qinghe snorted coldly, his tone stern: "Imperial Brother, have I been too lenient with you in the past, making you forget the words 'law and discipline'?"
"You clearly know Ning Rongrong's identity, yet you dared to flirt with her friend in the street? Where do you place me, your Imperial Brother, and the royal family's dignity?"
"The fact that she only slapped you a few times is already out of respect for your status as a prince! If it were anyone else, you'd have died countless times over by now!"
"You should have received the news from Supreme Academy, right?"
Xue Qinghe's gaze was like a knife, "I advise you to stop immediately and personally apologize, otherwise, I won't be able to protect you."
With that, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.
As he reached the doorway, he lightly dropped another sentence:
"You, take care of yourself."
Xue Beng dared not refute a single word in front of Xue Qinghe, and it wasn't until the other party had gone far that he suddenly revealed a ferocious expression.
Make him apologize? Don't even think about it.
He had long suspected that the deaths of his brothers were related to Xue Qinghe. He had always been both afraid and resentful, which was why he had to feign madness and hide his abilities to protect himself.
After so many years, playing the role of a dissolute youth for so long had truly become a habit, and he had not done any less in terms of forcibly seizing common women and oppressing commoners.
If it weren't for the title of a prince, he would probably have been beaten to death countless times by now...