"Little girl, these are matters of state, you shouldn't know so much about them." The White Tiger Emperor ruffled his daughter's hair. "It's getting late, go back to the palace and rest." After a pause, the White Tiger Emperor added, "Recently, things have been unsettled in the capital. If you need to leave the palace, take a few more guards with you."

"Your subject understands, Your subject takes his leave." Song Yangyang said with a smile, then turned and left the main hall.

Watching his daughter's retreating figure, the White Tiger Emperor smiled. Only when he saw his daughter did he, as the ruler of a nation, feel such ease.

"Someone come here."

The White Tiger Emperor said in a deep voice, and then—a guard dressed in black emerged from the shadows.

"Protect the princess secretly, and don't let this girl find out."

If this girl finds out, she'll probably start overthinking again.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

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At midnight, when all was quiet, a brightly lit area in the capital of the White Tiger Empire was filled with bursts of laughter. This was the largest brothel in the White Tiger Empire.

"Hahaha, come on, let's drink! Another pot! After you finish this pot, I'll give you a hundred spirit stones, how about it!"

The drunken King Qi had a scantily clad beauty in his arms. The beauty leaned against the King Qi's chest, her soft, boneless hand reaching inside the man's chest.

"Your Highness, only one hundred spirit stones? That's far too stingy."

"Yes, only one hundred spirit stones. Has Your Highness encountered some difficulties recently? Has His Majesty cut off your salary? Your generosity has become so stingy."

"Yes, yes, before, King Qi would give away a thousand or ten thousand at a time, but now it's only a hundred... Hahaha."

"That's right, that's right, I feel sorry for Qinghong, hahaha, a hundred for a cup of wine? Come on, follow me, I'll give you a thousand, drink this cup of wine!"

"You...you're talking nonsense...hiccup~ What nonsense are you spouting? How can the affection between me and Miss Chunhong be measured in money?" King Qi, his face flushed with drunkenness, embraced the beauty in his arms.

"One thousand, one thousand it is!"

“Miss Chunhong, why don’t you come with me? I’ll give you ten thousand! Anyway, His Highness Prince Qi can’t take you into his mansion. Could it be that Miss Chunhong is still dreaming of becoming a concubine in the Prince’s mansion? Hahaha.”

"Your Highness~" Chunhong patted Qi Wang's chest unhappily. She and Qi Wang were old lovers.

Three years ago, the King of Qi promised to let her into his residence, but three years have passed and there has been no news at all.

"Chunhong, wait for me, I will definitely persuade my brother... ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, King Qi felt a churning in his chest and vomited up everything in his stomach.

"Your Highness!" Chunhong, who was also stained, suddenly stood up.

The King of Qi's disheveled appearance caused everyone to burst into laughter; in the past, they would have even come forward to flatter him.

But now everyone in the capital knows that although Song Yan is a prince, the current emperor's half-brother, the title of prince is just an empty honor.

If it weren't for his royal bloodline and the title of prince, how would Song Yan be any different from an ordinary person?

King Qi, drunk and staggering, went to grab Chunhong.

Chunhong pushed him away in disgust, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground, landing hard on the filth.

"Hahaha," another burst of laughter erupted. "A prince, indeed! With that kind of demeanor, he's nothing but a puppet! Tsk tsk tsk..."

King Qi grabbed a stool and stood up, staggering, glaring angrily at the people around him: "I will exterminate your entire family! Exterminate your entire family!"

"Hahaha--"

Hearing King Qi's words, the crowd did not feel the slightest bit of intimidation.

Instead, they laughed even harder, as if they were watching a joke.

“Your Highness, although you are a prince, my Wan Hua Lou doesn’t recognize these things. What I recognize is this.” Old Bao took out a spirit stone of excellent quality and waved it in front of Prince Qi: “To date, you have already owed fifty thousand spirit stones. I wonder when Your Highness will pay off this debt?”

Old Bao looked at the filthy Prince Qi with disdain, thinking him nothing but a useless prince.

I treated him with utmost courtesy because of his status as a prince, but it turns out he was just an empty shell.

Useless stuff.

"I will come back another day."

"Hahaha!" Everyone seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. "Another day? Which day is 'another day'? This isn't the first time His Highness has said 'another day'!"

"Guards, escort the prince out!"

Old Bao turned ruthless, but due to the status of the Prince of Qi, he only ordered him to be kicked out.

"You...you just wait..." King Qi was drunkenly pushed out the door, carrying with him a strong smell of perfume.

"How many spirit stones did Your Highness spend?"

At this moment.

A deep voice rang out, and the man stood beside King Qi, looking at the arrogant old man.

"No more, no less, fifty thousand spirit stones! Are you going to pay for him?" Old Bao sneered.

"It's just 50,000 spirit stones? You're really going too far."

Indeed, this person is Qingyue.

He took out a Qiankun bag from his waist and gave it to Lao Bao.

Old Bao took the Qiankun bag, opened it, and saw golden spirit stones inside. Her eyes lit up.

That many spirit stones must be worth far more than fifty thousand!

Instantly, a smile spread across Old Bao's face, and all his fat bulged together.

Her features contorted in disbelief, "This old woman was truly blind. Would this gentleman like to come in and have some fun? The girls at our brothel are absolutely top-notch..."

"No need."

"I told you, I would give the money!" King Qi staggered and climbed onto Qingyue's shoulder. "Didn't my friend give it to me? You snobbish bastard!"

Old Bao gave a forced smile and looked at Qingyue: "This gentleman should be careful. Although he is a prince, he has no real power. You are helping him pay so much money. His meager salary may not be enough to pay it off."

"you!"

The King of Qi was furious.

“No need for that.” Qingyue nodded slightly, turned to look at King Qi, and saw that King Qi’s hands were covered in filth, which had even—spread on his body.

Instantly, his face darkened, and a sour, foul smell wafted over.

Qingyue's expression grew increasingly grim.

"take away."

Qingyue turned and left.

The drunken King Qi was then carried away by his bodyguards.

Back at the post station, King Qi was thrown into the water and roughly washed.

"You, you are insolent! How dare you treat me like this!"