His Highness the Crown Prince Always Wants to Marry Me

Chapter 269: If So Powerful, Then Why Are You Imprisoned?

Yu Qing Qian was immersed in the book and never raised her head. She was completely immersed in the mysterious sea of plant inscriptions, and from time to time, she’d draw on the ground with her fingers.

Time passed, and twenty days flew by.

“So that’s how you enter plant inscriptions. What I learned in the Plant Inscription Department of the Academy isn’t complete at all.” Yu Qing Qian raised her head and muttered to herself, still desiring more.

The red-clothed beauty shifted his gaze from the book in his hand to Yu Qing Qian, “Have you read and understood everything?”

“Mm, I’ve comprehended everything, Senior can test now.” Yu Qing Qian was filled with confidence.

The red-clothed beauty put away the book and drew a few random strokes in mid-air with his slender fingertips. A silver pattern was drawn, “Can you tell what this is?”

“This is the simplified, profound entry-level plant inscription drawing method.” Yu Qing Qian smiled, stretched out her fingertips and drew in mid-air, and a similar silver pattern was outlined by her.

The red-clothed beauty’s eyes lit up, “Also sketch the first-class, second-class, and third-class entry-level simplified profound diagram for me to take a look.”

“Sure!” Yu Qing Qian nodded, traced her fingertips in the air, and soon, silver patterns were outlined in the sky, then quickly dissipated.

There was a look of shock and amazement hidden in the red-clothed beauty’s eyes. He didn’t expect that this girl not only comprehended all the entry-level profound plant inscriptions in only twenty days, but also used her spiritual energy to sketch out a simplified diagram.

Such a level of comprehension was something even he, who was known as a freak talent Grandmaster within the world of plant inscriptions, was inferior to.

He had once met the most talented person among the younger generation, and it took them one month to comprehend it, but he had only comprehended it. It took him more than half a year to outline the diagram. He was only given some pointers by him, but he wasn’t accepted as a disciple.

If one was an entry-level Plant Inscription Master with poor comprehension, one may not be able to fully comprehend this [Introduction to Profound Plant Inscriptions] in their entire lifetime.

Yu Qing Qian sketched out all the simplified, profound diagrams of the plant inscriptions requested by the red-clothed beauty. Seeing that his expression was calm, but there were some emotional fluctuations in his eyes, she asked with a smile: “Senior, have I passed your test?”

The red-clothed beauty chuckled: “Not bad, barely qualified.”

Yu Qing Qian rolled her eyes inwardly. She could focus on multiple things at once. While comprehending, she could also continue trying to sketch out the simplified, profound plant inscription diagrams, or deduce it over and over again, so she didn’t feel that she was just barely qualified.

“Then Senior, are you going to send me out?”

The red-clothed beauty furrowed his brows slightly, with a look of sadness on his unparalleled handsome face. He blinked and looked at Yu Qing Qian, saying aggrievedly: “Little girl, can you bear to see me lonely here for a thousand years and not even have any disciples or successors?”

The corner of Yu Qing Qian’s lips twitched—this guy actually used the beauty tactic on her.

It was just a pity that after being with Sick Beauty and Beauty Dad for a long time, she had long become immune to beauties, and no matter how beautiful the man, it wouldn’t shake her firm heart.

“Senior, what are the benefits of being your disciple?” Yu Qing Qian asked instead.

Seeing that Yu Qing Qian didn’t care for his tactic, he restrained his expression, unamused, “Of course there are many benefits. In the plant inscription world, if I dare claim to be second, no one dares claim to be first.”

Yu Qing Qian’s forehead was filled with creases—wasn’t this red-clothed beauty too confident.

“Then may I ask Senior, since you’re so powerful, why are you imprisoned here?” Yu Qing Qian asked straightforwardly and boldly.

The red-clothed man leaned on his fist and raised an eyebrow, “Who said being strong in plant inscriptions means you can’t be locked up here? If I hadn’t been plotted against, I wouldn’t have been trapped in this pagoda either.”

Suddenly, his eyes were filled with the anger of hatred, and complexity, as well as some nostalgia, but he didn’t tell Yu Qing Qian the specific reason.