boyutpedia Chapter 8 Winning Over
Chapter 8 Winning Over
"Ryuu!"
Seeing Wang Long collapse and vomit blood, Liu Mei's delicate face turned deathly pale. Forgetting all decorum, she rushed over, lifted her skirt, and helped Wang Long up. Her fingers pressed against his pulse, her voice filled with anxiety: "How are you? Is your foundation damaged? Where does it hurt?"
"Cough cough... No, it's nothing, just a superficial wound..."
Wang Long wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, forcing himself to stand up. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Wang Dao, filled with a murderous intent that seemed to materialize.
If looks could kill, Wang Dao would probably be torn to pieces by now.
After confirming that her son was unharmed, Liu Mei abruptly turned her head, her once bright and beautiful eyes now filled with frost as she rebuked Wang Dao:
"Seventh Brother! You are brothers who share the same blood! It was just a friendly sparring match, yet you resorted to such viciousness, even using a killing move. Do you have no respect for elders or superiors? What kind of behavior is this!"
Faced with this serious accusation, Wang Dao looked terrified and innocent.
He quickly cupped his hands in greeting, his tone so sincere it was impeccable: "Second Aunt, you are being too kind."
"Third Brother is a powerful expert in the Dragon Spine Realm, with a body like a dragon and unparalleled divine strength."
"If Dao'er doesn't give his all when facing such a master, it would be disrespectful to Third Brother and a desecration of martial arts!"
"I did my best to show my respect for Third Brother, so how did it become a sin in Second Aunt's eyes?"
Having said that, Wang Dao walked over leisurely, stood in front of Wang Long, revealed a set of gleaming white teeth, and scratched his head in feigned surprise:
"Oh dear, Third Brother, I never expected you to be so... fragile."
"I thought the physical body of someone in the Dragon Spine Realm was indestructible. I didn't control myself and hit a little too hard. Did I hurt you, Third Brother? Forgive me, please don't take it to heart, Third Brother."
"You... pfft!"
Hearing these sarcastic words, Wang Long felt a surge of anger rising to the top of his head, causing his blood to flow backward and the stagnant blood he had been suppressing to spurt out again.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Wang Long roared and pushed Liu Mei aside, ready to charge forward again to fight desperately. His aura was violent, clearly indicating that he wanted to forcefully break through the seal.
That's enough.
A clear, cool, and unquestionable voice came from the head of the table.
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Zheng Wanqing slowly rose, her gaze sweeping across the entire room before finally settling on Wang Long, carrying a hint of warning:
"Today's competition was very exciting. The purpose of brothers sparring is to test what they have learned and to strengthen their bond."
"The outcome is now decided, Long'er. You must be able to accept defeat gracefully and not let it cloud your judgment."
Sweeping across Zheng Wanqing's imposing gaze, Wang Long trembled as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water. His raging anger was instantly suppressed, and he could only grit his teeth and lower his head, not daring to utter a word.
After reprimanding Wang Long, Zheng Wanqing looked at Wang Dao again, her eyes and brows instantly filled with tenderness, as if the dignified mistress from just moments ago was not her.
"Excellent! What a magnificent display of dragon-like beauty!"
Zheng Wanqing nodded approvingly, her voice gentle: "Dao'er truly lives up to his lineage as a prince; once awakened, his talent is earth-shattering."
"Such talent and temperament, if His Highness knew, he would surely be overjoyed."
With that, she waved her hand, and a streak of light flashed through the air, landing steadily in Wang Dao's hand.
It was an exquisite white jade elixir bottle, and even through the stopper, one could smell a medicinal fragrance that stirred the blood and made one's blood boil.
"By order of the Queen Consort, from this day forward, all the privileges of the direct descendants of the royal line shall be restored, and their monthly allowance shall be doubled." Zheng Wanqing's voice echoed throughout the hall.
"This is a bottle of Yuan Yang Pills, a top-grade elixir to aid cultivation. Consider it compensation from the Royal Palace for the suffering you've endured over the years."
"I hope you will continue your efforts and break through to the Dragon Spine Realm as soon as possible."
Before anyone could react, Zheng Wanqing threw out an even bigger temptation:
"Furthermore, now that your 'Thousand Hammers and Hundred Refinements Method' has been perfected, it's time to consider your next path of cultivation."
"The royal armory contains a vast collection of martial arts techniques from all over the world, covering most of them except for the secret techniques kept by the royal family."
"Tomorrow, take my decree to the armory and choose a Dragon Spine Realm cultivation method for yourself."
Upon hearing this, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the surrounding area.
The Yuan Yang Pill was one thing, but the Prince's Armory was a true treasure trove, containing countless rare and secret manuals. Zheng Wanqing's actions undoubtedly acknowledged the status of the royal path, and were even... a deliberate attempt to win them over.
Zheng Wanqing then handed a bottle of healing pills to Liu Mei, instructing Wang Long to take good care of his injuries and not to let this cause any rift between them.
"Sister is right."
With her eyebrows twitching and her teeth clenched, her beautiful face was slightly distorted by extreme restraint.
She accepted the healing pill that was tossed to her like charity, her heart filled with surging hatred for Zheng Wanqing.
All these years later, this phoenix that can't lay eggs still presses down on her head.
She believed that her looks and skills were no less than Zheng Wanqing's, and she had even given birth to two outstanding sons, Dalang and Sanlang. She felt that the throne of the princess should rightfully belong to her.
However, Zheng Wanqing came from a prestigious family with a powerful maternal family. Even the domineering Prince Zhenbei had to be wary of her and dared not easily depose her.
Today's incident was intended to use Long'er to severely humiliate the main wife, but unexpectedly, Wang Dao intervened halfway, not only injuring Long'er but also causing her to suffer a humiliation in front of everyone.
"It's all that little bastard's fault!"
Liu Mei glared venomously at Wang Dao, who stood calmly not far away. Suppressing her anger, she helped the gloomy-faced Wang Long and slunk away from the training ground.
After the eyesore left, a gentle and graceful smile appeared on Zheng Wanqing's dignified and majestic face.
She moved gracefully to Wang Dao's side, raised her hand to straighten his slightly disheveled clothes, and said in a voice so gentle it seemed to drip water: "Dao'er, although this palace is large, people's hearts are mixed."
"In the future, remember to be more careful in your actions and be cautious in everything you do, so that you will not be ambushed again like before."
"If that happens, I'll be very heartbroken."
She emphasized the word "again" very lightly, yet with great emphasis.
Wang Dao's pupils contracted slightly, and a sharp glint flashed deep in his eyes.
The previous body inexplicably suffered from a decline in vital energy and blood, becoming a cripple. It was indeed not an accident, but rather a deliberate act.
This princess clearly knows something, and may even have evidence from back then.
But he didn't press the issue further; some things were better left unsaid.
Wang Dao concealed the strange look in his eyes, and then put on a grateful expression, bowing deeply: "Thank you for your guidance, Your Highness. I will remember it forever."
"If it weren't for the Princess's strong support today, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stand on my own two feet. I will never forget this kindness."
"Silly child."
Zheng Wanqing smiled, a bright and beautiful smile that exuded an indescribable kindness.
"I have no children, and I am quite lonely in this vast palace."
"Since you have no children, I will treat you as my own son. If I don't help you, who else will I help?"
These words sounded touching, but both of them knew perfectly well how much sincerity and how much calculation were involved.
After seeing off the shrewd princess, the clansmen and guests who had been observing suddenly swarmed forward.
"Seventh Young Master! That punch just now was truly awe-inspiring! It had the same power as the Prince back in the day!"
"Seventh Young Master, I'm Old Liu, the steward of the outer courtyard. Do you remember me? If you need any odd jobs or chores in the future, just let me know!"
"Congratulations, Seventh Young Master, on returning to the direct line! This Yuan Yang Pill is a priceless treasure for body tempering, which shows how highly the Princess Consort values you!"
Faces plastered with fawning smiles flashed before his eyes; those who had once mocked and scorned him were now showering him with obsequious flattery.
Wang Dao sneered inwardly, but on the surface he wore his usual smug smile. He didn't keep people at arm's length, responding to everyone with a cupped-hand salute. He even managed to exchange a few banter with a few of the loudest fence-sitters, looking every bit the smug little man.
After dismissing the swarm of unwanted suitors, Wang Dao didn't return to the dilapidated courtyard. Instead, he headed straight for the South Garden, which he remembered as the residence of the direct descendants.