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Chapter 208: The Royal Proposal · Oct 15, 2026

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201 Chapter 201: A Peaceful Visit Turns Deadly 2026-10-15
202 Chapter 202: When Wives Rage and Husbands Panic 2026-10-15
203 Chapter 203: A Truth Buried in Silence 2026-10-15
204 Chapter 204: A Mother’s Sin, A Father’s Mistake 2026-10-15
205 Chapter 205: Meeting Your Mother-in-Law! 2026-10-15
206 Chapter 206: A Crybaby No More! 2026-10-15
207 Chapter 207 - 17th Birthday! 2026-10-15
208 Chapter 208: The Royal Proposal 2026-10-15
209 Chapter 209: End of the Birthday 2026-10-15
210 Chapter 210: Back To Heaven Sword Sect 2026-10-15
211 Chapter 211: Annulment and Arrogance 2026-10-15
212 Chapter 212: Info On Nie Fengzhuo! 2026-10-15
213 Chapter 213: A Network of Eyes 2026-10-15
214 Chapter 214: One Year Later! 2026-10-15
215 Chapter 215: Into the Capital 2026-10-15
216 Chapter 216: A Stir in the Arena 2026-10-15
217 Chapter 217: Unexpected Heaven Chosen! 2026-10-15
218 Chapter 218: To Kill or To Use 2026-10-15
219 Chapter 219: Challenge from Nie Fengzhuo 2026-10-15
220 Chapter 220: An Offer Rejected, A Challenge Denied 2026-10-15
221 Chapter 221: The Bell Chimes, Fate Stirs 2026-10-15
222 Chapter 222: The Giants of Desolate Heaven Empire Arrives! 2026-10-15
223 Chapter 223: The Dragon and Phoenix Stir 2026-10-15
224 Chapter 224: Where Power Sits 2026-10-15
225 Chapter 225: Dragon and Phoenix Competition Starts! 2026-10-15
226 Chapter 226: Lin Xuan’s Turn 2026-10-15
227 Chapter 227: Lin Xuan Vs Jin Yuanzhan! 2026-10-15
228 Chapter 228: Even in Defeat, He Shined 2026-10-15
229 Chapter 229: First Round Ends 2026-10-15
230 Chapter 230: He Who Does Not Come When Called 2026-10-15
231 Chapter 231: Black Lantern Society 2026-10-15
232 Chapter 232: Bai Zihan Walks In 2026-10-15
233 Chapter 233: Like Trash on the Floor 2026-10-15
234 Chapter 234: Battle Between Spirit Severing Realms! 2026-10-15
235 Chapter 235: The Price of a Head 2026-10-15
236 Chapter 236: Tearing Out the Answer 2026-10-15
237 Chapter 237: Soul Search! 2026-10-15
238 Chapter 238: Second Round! 2026-10-15
239 Chapter 239: Chu Ziyan Vs Lei Zhensheng! 2026-10-15
240 Chapter 240: Mid Soul Formation Realm! 2026-10-15
241 Chapter 241: Third Round Ends! 2026-10-15
242 Chapter 242: Eleven Treasures, One Storm 2026-10-15
243 Chapter 243: An Auction That Could Shake The Empire 2026-10-15
244 Chapter 244: An Opening Salvo in Gold! 2026-10-15
245 Chapter 245: Getting Rich Unnoticed 2026-10-15
246 Chapter 246: Three Million Gold for a Broken Relic 2026-10-15
247 Chapter 247: An One-Man Auction 2026-10-15
248 Chapter 248: Gold Spent, Intent Hidden 2026-10-15
249 Chapter 249: The Necklace of Eternal Love 2026-10-15
250 Chapter 250: Celestial Feather Fan Auctioned! 2026-10-15

Chapter 208: The Royal Proposal

Just as the last elder of Bai Clan stepped back, a tall figure in regal purple robes approached, his posture upright and his eyes carrying a noble sharpness.

The Third Prince of the Desolate Heaven Empire, Yu Wenzhao, exuded a calm and composed aura—one befitting imperial blood.

His lips curled into a polite smile as he stopped before Bai Zihan.

”Happy birthday, Young Master Bai!”

He said, offering a long, narrow case made of dark ironwood, etched with cloud patterns and the royal crest.

”This is but a token of appreciation from me.”

Bai Zihan accepted it calmly and opened the case.

Inside rested a finely forged Low Earth-grade sword, its blade sheathed in a deep blue scabbard, subtle runes flickering along the surface like flowing water under moonlight.

Yu Wenzhao gestured toward it lightly.

”The sword is named Clearflow. Forged in the inner halls of the Imperial Arsenal and tempered with glacial steel from the Northern Abyss.”

The crowd murmured once again. This item was very rare and very precious.

It could even be an heirloom of some medium clan but to Bai Zihan, it was one of the least exciting gifts.

Having Heaven-Grade Sword, what’s the use of Low Earth-Grade Sword?

But of course, the people at the party would be shocked because Earth-Grade Artifacts are still valuable to them.

If not for what they had already seen, this gift could have caused a big commotion.

After all, it wasn’t normal for a prince to give such a thing to someone else—it was usually the other way around.

Yu Wenzhao was a bit disappointed, as he had thought his gift would be the best among all.

But he had greatly underestimated the Bai Clan—especially Mu Yuelan.

In any case, it was still among the most valuable gifts, and he thought Bai Zihan would appreciate it.

But of course, there wasn’t much change in Bai Zihan’s expression—almost as if he were looking at some trash.

”I thank Your Highness!”

Bai Zihan still thanked him politely. But no one could tell whether the gift had made any impression on him at all.

Yu Wenzhao’s eyes narrowed slightly at Bai Zihan’s composed reaction. He leaned in ever so slightly, lowering his voice.

”The court watches the rise of dragons. There are many who would rather fear than support you.”

He smiled faintly—like a blade hidden behind silk.

”But not me. The Empire needs true pillars—those who don’t just shine, but hold the heavens up.”

A veiled proposition.

A subtle rope extended in the form of flattery and promise.

But before he could say more, Bai Zihan tilted his head slightly, as though confused.

He looked at the sword again, then at the prince.

”The Empire truly spares no effort in craftsmanship,” he said casually.

”To receive something forged from the Imperial Arsenal is... an honor!”

Yu Wenzhao’s smile stiffened slightly.

He had carefully woven his words to hint at an alliance—flattery, veiled loyalty, subtle positioning.

Yet Bai Zihan responded like he hadn’t heard a thing.

Still polite, but utterly noncommittal.

He tried again, voice a shade deeper.

”Bai Zihan,” he said, ”what I mean is, the time will come when men of vision must stand together. Gifts are but gestures. What matters is understanding one another.”

Bai Zihan blinked once, brows drawing together in apparent puzzlement.

”Ah,” he said slowly.

””So... Your Highness means that... We share the same appreciation for craftsmanship?”

There was no malice in his tone—only sincere confusion.

Or rather, perfectly feigned confusion.

Yu Wenzhao’s jaw tightened, but he kept his smile in place.

The crowd didn’t notice much, but to the prince, it was clear: this brat was mocking him—politely, carefully, but unmistakably.

”...Right,” Yu Wenzhao said after a pause. ”May it serve you well.”

Without waiting for a further response, he turned sharply and walked off, his sleeves billowing with restrained irritation.

He knew that Bai Zihan wasn’t an idiot and was deliberately avoiding the topic, which could only mean one thing—he had no interest in forming an alliance.

Yu Wenzhao might have acted out, if not for being in the Bai Clan’s territory—with so many eyes watching him.

A few sharp-eyed elders noticed the Third Prince’s clenched fist as he passed.

Just as the tension began to settle, a delicate hush fell over the courtyard—a subtle shift in the wind, as though even the air sensed a new presence.

From among the guests, a figure stepped forward.

Clad in flowing lavender silk that shimmered like moonlight on still water, Yu Qingya, the Fourth Princess of the Empire, entered with quiet grace.

Her gaze was calm, her expression unreadable—beautiful, but distant.

She did not even glance at her brother.

Her steps were light, each one measured with imperial poise.

Unlike the Third Prince’s performative confidence, hers was effortless—etched into every gesture, every breath.

She stopped before Bai Zihan.

”Happy birthday, Bai Zihan!”

She said, her tone soft but cool—like porcelain kissed by frost.

In her hands, she held a long, rectangular box tied with a golden ribbon.

”This is a rare spirit armor. Qi-sealed, woven with starlight silk. Top Earth-grade. It can endure the strikes of even a Great Ascension cultivator.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

The gift clearly outshone the Third Prince’s sword.

Anyone could tell that the prince and princess were serious about trying to win Bai Zihan to their side.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have dared to spend so much on a single person.

The Third Prince glanced at Yu Qingya with anger and frustration.

Not only had he failed, but now his gift was overshadowed by his sister’s—a blow to his pride that made him appear inferior.

Bai Zihan accepted the box with both hands and gave a slight bow.

”Many thanks, Your Highness!”

His voice was polite and composed—neither cold nor welcoming. Just perfectly balanced.

Yu Qingya’s gaze lingered on him, eyes as calm as deep water. Her fan opened with a faint flick, and she leaned in—not too close, but close enough to signal intent.

”But even armor blessed by starlight,” she murmured, ”cannot shield one from all dangers.”

A pause.

Her eyes gleamed with something subtle. Then, in a voice only a few nearby could catch, she added.

”But what if you are married to a Princess?

Gasps spread like ripples across still water.

Many of the gathered nobles, elders, and envoys froze in place.

An imperial proposal!

Yu Qingya had just offered herself.

And with that, she had offered the Bai Clan an unshakable alliance with the Imperial Family.

A future secured by marriage and imperial blood.

Even some of the older Bai Clan elders, who had remained passive through the previous exchanges, shifted in their seats.

Some straightened. Some furrowed their brows. Some... smiled.

They understood what was being placed on the table.

Power!

Security!

Of course, that would also mean getting invovled in succession war which they don’t want.

And there was also a fact that Bai Zihan was already engaged.

Yu Qingya’s gaze never wavered. Her voice, though cool, was firm with intention.

”Bai Zihan,” she said softly, ”join me, and the Bai Clan will never stand alone again.”

She glanced once—just once—toward Chu Ziyan.

Her meaning was clear.

This was a challenge.

Chu Ziyan’s face paled. Her fingers curled slightly into the silk of her sleeve.

She had always known others desired Bai Zihan. After all, his reputation was completely different than when she was engaged to him.

Her title as his fiancée kept many away, but it was clearly not enough to deter someone like a princess.

But to be so thoroughly dismissed—to be ignored as though she didn’t even exist?

The humiliation bit deep.

She was obviously angered but she forced a calm expression. She looked toward Bai Zihan, uncertain, expectant... afraid.

But Bai Zihan?

He smiled.

A warm, gentle smile.

Then turned slightly—just enough for the crowd to see—and reached out.

With a swift, casual motion, he took Chu Ziyan’s hand in his.

”Your Highness,” he said lightly, ”this one is flattered beyond words. Truly!”

He turned to face Yu Qingya fully now, still holding Chu Ziyan’s hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

”But I’m afraid the position beside me has already been claimed... by my beautiful fiancée.”

A pause.

Then a deeper silence than before.

Chu Ziyan blinked in shock, her lips parting.

Her eyes widened.

She hadn’t expected him to say that.

Certainly not with that tone—warm, teasing, real.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, and her face flushed deep red.

(I almost fell for it—)

She thought. It is clear that Bai Zihan was using her to reject the princess, though she can’t deny that she felt a bit happy when he did.

Yu Qingya’s eyes narrowed slightly.

She turned her gaze to Chu Ziyan, expression as smooth as ice.

”An engagement,” she said softly, ”is a matter of the past. It can be broken.”

She took a graceful step forward, gaze cutting through the space between them like a sword sheathed in silk.

”I offer more than affection or beauty. Something no other girl can.”

She was clearly suggesting the throne.

”You should consider it seriously, Young Master Bai Zihan. And give me a proper answer.”

And with that, she turned.

No theatrics. No lingering glances.

She simply walked away—flowing like moonlight through a field of trembling grass, vanishing back into the noble court.

But her presence lingered. Pressing. Heavy.

The elders whispered. The guest took mental notes. The young nobles stared in awe and envy.

And Bai Zihan?

He stood calmly in the courtyard, holding a flustered Chu Ziyan’s hand, as though he hadn’t just refused the Fourth Princess of the Empire.

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