Chapter 9: Help This Prince Wash His Hair

The Crown Prince also frowned, his voice laced with anger: "Fourth Brother, what are you doing? You refused when Imperial Father asked you to come to the Tang Sect with me, and now you're sitting on someone's roof, and even... even openly embracing a girl. You... where is your decorum?"

Instinctively feeling Tang Wan move in his arms, Rong Yubai gently patted her back. "Imperial Brother, why are you so angry? You know very well that I enjoy playing in the mortal world. No matter how high one's cultivation is, what use is it without a beauty by one's side?" After a pause, having admired everyone's ever-changing expressions, he curled his lips in satisfaction. "It's just that you all frightened my little beauty. Truly, it's a sin."

With such a simple sentence, Tang Motian and the Patriarch of the Tang Sect were already breaking out in a cold sweat. Who didn't know that the Fourth Prince of Dongqu, Rong Yubai, was a difficult individual to deal with? At only twenty years of age, he was already an eighth-stage expert of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.

How many people in the entire Dongqu could reach the Tribulation Transcendence Stage? Moreover, he was an eighth-stage expert; destroying a person was truly a matter of a mere flick of a finger. Even the True Ancestor-level figures currently in seclusion within the Tang Sect were only at the third stage of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage. Who would dare provoke him? Even the Crown Prince, as the future heir of Dongqu, with the help of various spiritual pills and medicines from the Imperial Family and the Sects, had only just reached the first stage of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage...

"What, do you question my words?" This fellow Rong Yubai calmly and elegantly patted Tang Wan's back, sniffing the sweet fragrance of her hair, and whispered leisurely, "Wanwan, what shampoo did you use? Why are you so fragrant?"

Tang Wan rolled her eyes speechlessly. Lying in his arms, she didn't dare turn around. Hearing this fellow's almost flirtatious words, she raised her eyebrows and looked up, meeting his eyes that were as black as ink, and said calmly, "I haven't washed my hair in three days."

Rong Yubai was stunned. A person who had a germaphobia for a lifetime would surely go crazy if they encountered such a thing, but strangely, he had no reaction at all. Instead, he looked at the girl in his arms with a look of profound grievance and clicked his tongue twice. "Wanwan, you are so pitiful, you don't even know how to wash your hair. It's alright, this Prince will give you a chance tonight to help me wash my hair and learn."

"..."

Tang Wan directly ignored his nonsense. Seeing him now was already inexplicably enough; she would have to see him again tonight. Who knew what kind of business this Prince even had?

The group of people below the roof looked at each other in dismay, too angry to speak. The man was holding a girl, being all affectionate and intimate; what right did they have to gossip?

Tang Motian coughed twice and looked at the Crown Prince awkwardly, saying indistinctly, "Crown Prince, you... you see, this..."

The Crown Prince flicked his sleeve and gave a cold snort. "Fourth Brother is just like this. Elder Tang, this is due to our Imperial Family's lack of strict education. I will have someone send thick gifts to you later as an apology."

Tang Motian hurriedly bowed. "The Crown Prince is too kind."

As the group prepared to turn and leave with the Crown Prince, Rong Yubai added leisurely, "You all frightened my little beauty just now. What, are you leaving now without anything to show for it?"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Motian, who was about to leave, paused and couldn't help but turn back. "Prince Jin, do you mean..."

Rong Yubai slightly raised his eyebrows, his slender fingers idly playing with Tang Wan's hair. With his other hand, he lightly pointed toward the lotus pond not far away. "There were two annoying water ghosts over there just now. Go and catch them."