Chapter 59: Prince Han: I Have a Candidate!

Upon hearing the old Daoist's words, the Prince of Han wore a look of utter bewilderment. Weren't they supposed to be draining some of the dragon Qi from his son? How did it suddenly turn into taking a wife? What on earth did that have to do with getting married?

Could getting married be the method to drain dragon Qi? The Prince of Han looked suspiciously at the old Daoist at his side, waiting for an explanation.

"Your Highness, Your Grace, everyone has their own destiny and fortune. Right now, Yanheng simply has too much Qi in his fate, and what we need to do is to release some of that excess Qi."

"Taking a wife binds the fates of two people together. Through consummation, they can transfer their own Qi to the other, achieving a union of husband and wife. This is the origin of the saying about warding off bad luck through a joyful event," the old Daoist explained with a completely solemn expression. In reality, he was merely spouting utter nonsense off the top of his head!

Judging by the current situation, Zhu Yanheng was indeed out of his mind, though he still had lucid moments. As for how to drain this dragon Qi, the old Daoist himself had no idea. He could only resort to such a primitive method, hoping it might have some effect.

"Will that affect Heng'er's fortune?" True to the old Daoist's expectations, the Prince of Han was still worried about whether consuming the dragon Qi would have any adverse effects.

The Prince of Han wore a reluctant expression. He was genuinely concerned that depleting the dragon Qi might bring about bad consequences, or adversely affect the divine dragon!

"Your Highness, it should not affect Yanheng. Since it only consumes a portion of Qi, it will gradually replenish itself in time. I believe the same holds true for the other party—it will slowly recover on its own!" The old Daoist maintained a calm demeanor and continued his explanation, referring to the divine dragon when he mentioned "the other party."

"However..." Here, the old Daoist hesitated slightly, looking rather reluctant.

"However, what...?" The Princess of Han had listened for a long time while remaining completely in the dark. The words were so obscure that she hadn't understood a single thing. Yet, she had grasped one crucial point: if her son married a wife, he would get better! Therefore, she absolutely had to find a wife for her son!

"Please speak, immortal master." The Prince of Han turned his head to look at his still-roaring son, gritted his teeth, and gave his consent. Compared to the dragon Qi, his son was far more important! Besides, the dragon wasn't dead yet!

"Your Highness, Your Grace, there is currently a problem."

"Yanheng is now in a semi-frenzied state, and it is precisely in this state that his dragon Qi surges most vigorously. Therefore, this is the prime moment to drain his dragon Qi. However, because of his frenzy, we cannot be certain whether Yanheng might attack the woman brought in as his bride."

"Moreover, given Yanheng's current condition, ordinary women probably wouldn't be able to endure it. It would be best if we could find a woman with a special destiny." The old Daoist glanced back toward the lower floor at the sturdy figure clad in only a loose robe, sighed inwardly, and could not help adding that last remark.

"A woman with a special destiny?" Upon hearing this, a certain figure instantly flashed through the mind of the Prince of Han.

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"He might attack the woman? They wouldn't be able to consummate the marriage?" The Princess of Han's concerns differed from those of the Prince of Han; the crucial point she heard was that he might attack his newly wedded bride!

What would happen if the bride they brought home was beaten to death? In that case, wouldn't getting him a wife be completely pointless? Consort Wei, the Princess of Han, wore a doubtful expression. Yet, on second thought, if worst came to worst, they could simply skip the marriage and directly find a woman to help her son drain his excess dragon Qi or whatever it was called!

"Immortal master, instead of marrying a wife, can we directly use a woman to drain Heng'er's excess Qi?" Having figured this out, the Princess of Han looked resolute. If they couldn't marry one, they simply wouldn't!

"This...?" The moment Zhang Zhengheng heard Consort Wei's words, he knew exactly what she was thinking. He let out a sigh and nodded silently.

"Let's do it this way!" The Prince of Han was also a straightforward man and made the decision on the spot. Having thought of a candidate with a special destiny, he prepared to have her brought over.

With that, the Prince of Han cast a glance at his still-raving son, then turned and strode out with a solemn expression.

Seeing the Prince of Han depart, the Princess of Han remained by the side, tearfully gazing at her ceaselessly roaring son, unwilling to leave.

"Your Grace, Uncle Wei and I will stay here to keep His Highness the Heir company! You should go back and discuss with the Prince how to arrange this fortuitous event to drive away the ill fortune for the Heir." Little Xizi was observant and immediately grasped the core issue, urging the Princess to leave.

"Alright." Hearing Little Xizi's words, the Princess of Han was momentarily stunned before snapping back to reality—curing her son was paramount. She prepared to leave, but upon turning her head, she saw her elder brother still kneeling on the ground.

Consort Wei walked over to Wei Jizhong and hauled him up by the arm.

"Second Brother, you must help me take good care of Heng'er!" That single address pierced Wei Jizhong with a profound sense of shame. He wiped the corner of his eye, looked resolutely at his younger sister, and nodded heavily.

"Little Xizi, later when the Heir is lucid, tidy him up, and then have Yun'er and Jian'er come over to wait upon the Heir!" As she neared the doorway, the Princess of Han suddenly remembered something. She halted her steps, turned around, and instructed Little Xizi.

"Yes!" Upon hearing the Princess's orders, Little Xizi's heart tightened instantly. He comprehended her meaning without delay and bowed his head in hasty compliance.

Aunt Xiuer, standing behind the Princess, had remained silent throughout. Hearing the Princess's instructions, she wore an equally approving look.

Before long, Yun'er and Jian'er were led into the martial arts practice room by Little Xizi. The scene before their eyes utterly shattered their worldview; they stood dumbfounded, staring at the Heir to the throne bound tightly in heavy iron chains!

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"Two elder sisters..." Little Xizi briefly recounted whatever details were appropriate for them to hear.

In the end, he could not help offering a warning.

"Two elder sisters, His Highness the Heir is currently undergoing a terrible trial, so I must ask you both to bear with it! The Heir cannot control his strength right now, so please be extra careful." Looking at the two stunned and bewildered young maids before him, Little Xizi sighed softly before turning and walking away.

He left behind only the two delicate young maidsets, who exchanged glances before timidly turning their gaze back toward the rampaging Heir. His deafening roars were enough to break anyone's heart!

In the end, both maids knew they could not escape this destined fate. With resolute expressions, they stepped forward toward the roaring Zhu Yanheng.

On the other side, Zhu Yanheng's mind remained consumed by violent, frenzied impulses that left him entirely devoid of self-control. The iron chains binding his body rattled loudly as he strained against them, issuing mindless roars and thrashing about.

Suddenly, through his muddled consciousness, Zhu Yanheng seemed to sense someone approaching him. Yet the overwhelming fury blinding his eyes prevented him from recognizing who it might be.

He felt as though the other person was speaking to him, but the words remained completely indistinct.

Nevertheless, his last remaining shred of reason screamed at him: *Do not attack them! You must not attack them!*

Zhu Yanheng roared with all his might, wishing to drive the approaching figures away.

Yet the visitors did not stop. They walked straight up to him, seemed to speak once more, and then threw themselves directly into his embrace.

In an instant, a delicate fragrance drifted into his nostrils, shattering his last fragile thread of reason entirely and plunging him beyond self-control...