Your Highness, I wish to learn this move

Shen Suning's voice was gentle, but the possessiveness and protectiveness within it were so thick they could not be dissolved.

She leaned against Qin Hao's embrace, simply tilting her head slightly as her mature, charming eyes swept lightly over Qin Kexin.

"Your... Hao Hao?"

Qin Kexin's entire body stiffened. She looked at Qin Hao, her voice trembling, "Qin Hao, who... who exactly is she to you?"

Qin Kexin's heart clenched tight. She had finally let herself fall for someone, yet this damn bastard had made her lose so completely.

In the stands, the group of Qin family geniuses had just recovered from the shock of Qin Zhantian being defeated by Qin Hao with a single punch, only to immediately have their full attention drawn by this sudden scene.

Everyone's gazes uniformly focused on Qin Hao, Shen Suning, and Qin Kexin. A bizarre sense of excitement permeated the air.

"Holy crap, is this the domestic flower clashing with the wild flower? Remember when the Emperor Son's domestic and wild flowers clashed before? These are two completely different people from last time."

"I am literally crying. The Emperor Son's life is my dream. Both of them are so beautiful, and the previous two were also peerless beauties, yet they all revolve around the Emperor Son alone."

"Hmph, I don't hold any expectations anymore. Last time I saw a scene like this, I was looking forward to the drama so much. And what happened? With just one sentence, the Emperor Son completely tamed them. It will probably be the same this time. Heh, women~"

Qin Hao reached out and wrapped his arm around Shen Suning's waist. Shen Suning cooperatively rested her head against Qin Hao's chest.

Qin Hao looked Qin Kexin up and down, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as he smiled and asked:

"Miss Kexin, what obligation do I have to explain to you who she is? What is the relationship between you and me? From what angle, from what standpoint, do you come running out here to question me?"

What right did she have to question him? Hearing this, Qin Kexin's lips trembled slightly. She wanted to say something but found she could not utter a single word.

That was right, in what capacity was she questioning Qin Hao? A rented Dao companion? But Qin Hao had come looking for her time and time again, only to be shut out by her every time. Although she had secretly hoped to see him, the words she actually spoke were always rejecting him.

Seeing Qin Kexin's wavering state, Qin Hao suddenly smiled.

In that smile, there was a bit of self-deprecation, as well as a touch of coldness.

"I wanted to see you many times, but was repeatedly shut out by you. Your words were full of disgust towards me; you looked down on me and never gave me a good look."

"I also wanted to properly manage the relationship between us, trying to approach you by catering to your likes. But what about you? How did you treat me? You asked me what kind of trash I was, daring to reach so high out of my league."

"Fine, you hate me, so I hid from you, not wanting to be an eyesore."

"And now you run out here, acting like you have been betrayed by me, questioning who the person beside me is."

"Let me ask you, do you not think what you are doing is ridiculous?"

With every word Qin Hao spoke, Qin Kexin's face grew paler. She backed up repeatedly, lowering her head, not daring to look into Qin Hao's eyes.

So that was how it was. It was her constant putting on airs that had pushed Qin Hao further and further away.

Now it was great. She knew regret, but looking at the situation, it seemed impossible to salvage.

Below the stage, the female disciples, upon hearing Qin Hao's words, began to voice their injustices on his behalf:

"What! Who is this person! Daring to call our beloved Emperor Son trash! She is the trash, what gives her the right?"

"What? Before she thought our Emperor Son was trash and treated him with disdain, but now that she sees him suppressing ancient geniuses and showing super talent, she wants to return to his side? Keep dreaming."

"Oh my god, the Emperor Son wanted to see her so many times, but she shut him out. How could she have the heart? If it were me, just facing the Emperor Son's face, I could never do such a thing!"

The male disciples shook their heads repeatedly as they listened: "Man, these people are hilarious. Is the Emperor Son someone who would take a loss? This is definitely his tactic of retreating to advance! Do these people have no ability to think for themselves?"

"Why does it feel like picking up girls is actually this simple? It is making my hands itch; I want to find a few to practice on too."

"Brother, it is not the same. We and the Emperor Son are not the same."

...

Upon hearing the accusations from the female disciples below the stage, Qin Kexin plumped down onto the ground. If one person said she was wrong, it might just be that person's problem.

But now everyone was saying she was wrong. Was she really that outrageously wrong?

Qin Hao looked at Qin Kexin in this state and knew it was time.

He took a step forward and reached out his hand to Qin Kexin.

That hand, long and powerful, hung quietly in front of Qin Kexin.

Sitting slumped on the ground, Qin Kexin raised her head, looking at Qin Hao with tear-filled eyes.

His face was still handsome, his eyes still gentle. Qin Hao revealed a smile to Qin Kexin:

"Get up," Qin Hao said softly.

Qin Kexin did not reach out; she just looked at Qin Hao, her voice hoarse:

"You... you do not blame me anymore?"

Qin Hao crouched down to look at Qin Kexin at eye level.

He reached out, the pad of his thumb gently brushing across Qin Kexin's cheek, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

That action was so gentle it melted Qin Kexin's heart.

However, what Qin Hao said next struck Qin Kexin like a blow to the head.

"Blame you? How could I not blame you?"

Hearing this, Qin Kexin's body instantly stiffened. The flush that had just appeared on her cheeks from Qin Hao's intimate action instantly drained away.

He still blames me! Sure enough, he will not forgive me. What should I do?

"I blame you—for not accepting me sooner."

Qin Kexin shuddered all over. She snapped her head up to look at Qin Hao, her eyes full of excitement and disbelief. Qin Hao, what did Qin Hao just say?

At this moment, Qin Kexin's mind was entirely filled with Qin Hao's phrase about blaming her for not accepting him sooner, completely forgetting her original purpose.

In the stands, Xiaolan frowned deeply. "Is Miss confused? Was she not going to question Lord Qin Hao about who that woman is? This... she is not pursuing it anymore?"

"Oh, my Miss, please grow some brains."

Xiaolan looked at the scene on the stage, her cheeks bright red. She lowered her head and whispered softly:

"I have heard many sisters say that we maids will marry along with our masters. Could I take this opportunity to become Lord Qin Hao's bedchamber maid~"

"Ah~, so embarrassing~"

Qin Hao scooped up the fallen Qin Kexin in his arms. Just then, a voice echoed in his mind. It was a telepathic transmission from Qin Zhantian:

"Emperor Son, this move... I want to learn it!"