After listening to Zhao Pojun’s words, Qin Hao’s fingers, which had been gripping the sword hilt, loosened.
He put away the longsword and looked at Zhao Pojun’s face—etched with anxiety and earnestness—and fell silent for a moment.
“I can agree to your request, and I can also help your sister break free from the Blood Fiend Holy Land, but you have to promise me one thing.”
Hearing this, Zhao Pojun nodded repeatedly:
“What is it? Just say it.”
Qin Hao smiled lightly:
“It’s simple. When the deal is done, remember to give me a ten-star review.”
Hearing such a trivial request, Zhao Pojun agreed without any hesitation.
“Brother, if you really can help my sister get out of the Blood Fiend Holy Land, I’ll give you not just ten stars, but twenty, even a hundred stars!”
With that, Zhao Pojun grabbed Qin Hao’s hand and headed out of the hall.
“Come on, come on! I’ll take you to see my sister right now.”
Before long, Zhao Pojun led Qin Hao to the Princess’s residence.
Zhao Pojun said to the guard at the gate:
“Go in and inform my sister that I’m here.”
Soon, the guard returned with a reply:
“Your Highness the Crown Prince, the Princess invites you in.”
Zhao Pojun led Qin Hao straight to the courtyard where Zhao Jinglan was.
“Sis! I’ve brought someone for you to meet!”
Hearing this, Zhao Jinglan, who had been practicing swordplay, stopped and turned to look at Qin Hao.
When she saw Qin Hao’s strikingly handsome face, even a composed woman like Zhao Jinglan paused for a moment.
She silently thought to herself, “What a handsome man.”
Her gaze shifted from Qin Hao’s face to Zhao Pojun’s excited expression, and she asked with some confusion:
“Pojun, who is this?”
Zhao Pojun hurried over to Zhao Jinglan, gesturing animatedly as if trying to spill out all the information at once.
“Sis! This is the temporary Dao partner I hired for you.”
“When he took the order, he said he could handle any trouble—even trouble from the Blood Fiend Holy Land.”
“I’ve dealt with him, and I think he’s pretty reliable.”
Hearing this, Zhao Jinglan shook her head in frustration.
“Pojun, stop fooling around!”
“The matter with the Blood Fiend Holy Land is no joke. That kind of colossal power is not something we can provoke.”
“By bringing him here, you’re only dragging him into danger.”
With that, Zhao Jinglan turned to Qin Hao and offered him a faint smile:
“Fellow cultivator, I apologize. My younger brother has always been prone to acting recklessly. This matter is a private affair of our Great Zhao Immortal Dynasty and has nothing to do with you. Please don’t get involved.”
Her words were polite but distant, carrying a kindly intent of “This has nothing to do with you—it’s best you leave now.”
But Qin Hao seemed unfazed by her kindness. He met her gaze and spoke in a steady tone:
“Princess, since I’ve taken this order, this matter is my concern.”
“And I’ve decided to see it through to the end.”
Hearing this, Zhao Jinglan frowned deeper.
She studied him again, thinking to herself, Where did Pojun find this guy?
This stubbornness is exactly like my brother’s!
Shaking her head in exasperation, she looked at Qin Hao and asked:
“Do you even know the weight of the title ‘Holy Son of the Blood Fiend Holy Land’?”
Qin Hao nodded: “Of course, I do.”
“Since you know, then I won’t say more. But tell me, how do you plan to help me break free from the Blood Fiend Holy Land?”
Qin Hao’s eyes sharpened:
“What the Holy Son of the Blood Fiend Holy Land is doing is no different from forcibly abducting a woman. I refuse to believe the Celestial Court won’t step in.”
“When the Celestial Court was founded, one purpose was to unify the forces of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens, and another was to establish order among them.”
“Given this situation, the Celestial Court has no reason not to intervene.”
Zhao Jinglan shook her head gently, a bitter and helpless smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
She looked calmly at Qin Hao, finding this strikingly handsome man terribly naive.
“You really are naive! Is this your only backup plan—seeking the Celestial Court’s help?”
“Don’t be foolish. It’s useless. Just leave and don’t get involved. This matter has nothing to do with you.”
But Qin Hao stood his ground:
“I still don’t believe the Celestial Court will do nothing. One of its founding principles was to maintain order in the Three Realms and Nine Heavens.”
“If it can’t even stop a case of forced abduction, what’s the difference between the Celestial Court existing and not existing?”
Zhao Jinglan sighed softly, walked to the stone table, and sat down, her voice lower than before:
“You’re right. The Celestial Court was founded to maintain order—even our Great Zhao Immortal Dynasty has people serving in that court.”
“But do you know that the upper ranks of the Lingyao Heavenly Celestial Court are almost entirely filled with people from the Blood Fiend Holy Land?”
“Otherwise, do you think someone from the Middle Three Heavens like me would have caught the interest of the Holy Son of the Blood Fiend Holy Land?”
She paused, lifting her gaze to Qin Hao:
“I’ll give you some advice: don’t take the Celestial Court too seriously. What is the Celestial Court, really?”
“Its founding changed nothing at all. This world is still a place where the strong prey on the weak.”
“This world is still one where the weak are manipulated by the strong.”
Qin Hao walked over and sat down opposite Zhao Jinglan.
Looking into her eyes, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth:
“You couldn’t make the Celestial Court side with the weak—but I can.”
“If I hadn’t come, that would be different. But since I’m here, my rules are now the Celestial Court’s rules.”
Zhao Jinglan stared at him in surprise.
Her beautiful eyes locked onto Qin Hao as she thought to herself, Is this guy recklessly arrogant or just plain stupid?
“Your rules are the Celestial Court’s rules? Do you even know how terrifying the Celestial Court’s background is?”
Qin Hao didn’t elaborate. Instead, he cupped his hands toward Zhao Jinglan:
“Leave the rest to me. I’ve already taken the order—I have to live up to the customer’s good review, don’t I?”
Before Zhao Jinglan could respond, hurried footsteps and the shrill announcement of a eunuch echoed from outside the courtyard:
“His Majesty the Emperor arrives!”
Zhao Jinglan’s expression shifted slightly. She instinctively stood up and adjusted her clothes.
Zhao Pojun also shot up from the stone stool, a guilty look replacing his earlier excitement.
Qin Hao made no move. He remained seated at the stone table, even leisurely pouring himself a cup of tea.
“Brother, get up! My father, the Emperor, is here. Hurry and greet him!”
Hearing this, Qin Hao slowly lifted the teacup and took a sip:
“It is his honor to behold my face. Do I need to bow to him?”
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