Eternal Supreme

Just as Ye Qianran was deep in thought, a clamor suddenly sounded out. He raised his head and saw a familiar figure walking down from the second floor.    

A peculiar expression appeared on Han Youyu's face. At this moment, she appeared to have an extremely outstanding temperament. In addition, her face was covered by a veil, leaving only a pair of eyes on the outside. Even so, it still attracted everyone's gazes.    

This was because the more masked a person was, the easier it was to evoke curiosity in others.    

For example, when he first met Han Youyu, he was very curious about what sort of appearance this girl had. However, due to his understanding of her appearance, he no longer felt curiosity. Instead, he missed her more.    

At this time, the people of the Tartarus Race, as well as the three dragons, also looked at Han Youyu. Their eyes flickered as they wondered what the two groups of people were thinking.    

At this moment, Ye Qianran was even more curious. What was the reason for this?    

Why were dragon and netherworld clansmen here? Was it because Long Wushuang wanted to attract him, or because of something else?    

However, the answer would eventually come out, so when he thought about it, he tried his best to remain calm.    

After Han Youyu arrived at the bottom, she cast a glance at the people from the dragon race and the underworld clans. When she withdrew her gaze, she suddenly noticed Ye Qianran's group. A puzzled look flashed across her face before she walked into the tent.    

After Han Youyu entered, a few other women also entered. They all watched expectantly as they began playing. Suddenly, a moving song was played, and Han Youyu began singing as well.    

The same sweet voice, coupled with that moving melody, had enchanted quite a few people.    

It seemed like this girl's charm was still that good, but … Wasn't this woman his in the end?    

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curled up again …    

After the song ended, Han Youyu sang another song. He only stopped after the third song, and then a moving voice rang out, "Now, I'll say something in the poem. If someone can be right, they can ask me three questions, or ask some unreasonable requests!"    

Ye Qianran raised his eyebrows. Was he going to say something else to the poem?    

While he was feeling curious, Han Youyu said directly, "Hibiscus's account is covered with brocades, and in Bi Yi and Ming Jade Dew …"    

Ye Qianran raised his eyebrows. In his previous life, he had been good at literature, so when Han Youyu had spoken the first few lines, he already had a few ideas in his mind. As he looked around at the people around him, he began to ponder.    

At this moment, some people had already begun giving their answers, but they weren't too idealistic. Han Youyu had already rejected them all.    

Sophie had a puzzled look on her face. She had no idea what Han Youyu was talking about.    

"Ke ke, looks like there is still no response today. That young lady will take her leave first!" He let out a soft breath of air and stood up. Just as he was about to leave, a middle-aged man of the dragon race stood up, his gaze falling upon the curtain as he stared at the dragon. "Wait!"    

"Can this senior answer us?" Han Youyu was puzzled.    

"No way!"    

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "But I really want to know where our Grand Princess is right now."    

"I'm sorry, but there's no way to tell you unless you answer the poem right here!" Han Youyu's voice was filled with determination.    

Hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, his expression becoming somewhat angry. He stared coldly at Han Youyu and said, "In just a few days, you've been changing your verse every day. How could someone answer you?"    

"Just because you can't, doesn't mean others can't!"    

Just as the man finished speaking, Ye Qianran's voice rang out.    

When the middle-aged man heard the voice, his gaze fell on Ye Qianran. His eyes narrowed before looking at the Spiritual Blood Clan member and asking, "Can you?"    

"Hey, of course!"    

Ye Qianran said with a smile. After drinking the wine in his cup in one breath, he slowly placed it on the table and his gaze fell onto the curtain. At this time, he spoke up, "Hibiscus has made heavy accounts. "Heh, it's right behind me. A human being like the spring water and a pair of beautiful women like the moon fly down from the sky …" With that, he turned to look at Han Youyu. "Miss Han, am I right?"    

Han Youyu's face was filled with surprise. His meaning, his charm, all of these came in handy. His expression was somewhat amazed. His lips moved as he looked deeply into Ye Qianran's eyes. He looked somewhat familiar, but who was this guy?    

Although curiosity was written all over his face, he still said after a moment of silence, "Yes, this young master has a good relationship with you. Then, what request do you have for me?"    

After hearing that, Ye Qianran smirked, "Three questions? "Firstly, does Miss Han have a lover!" At this moment, he was definitely having fun.    

"En!" Hearing this, Han Youyu blurted it out.    

The dragon clan member frowned. Would this guy even ask questions? Could it be that he didn't come for that one?    

Ye Qianran smiled and said, "The last two questions are a bit difficult to answer. Can I go in and ask them?"    

"Sure!"    

Hearing this, Han Youyu hesitated for a moment, then agreed.    

Ye Qianran smiled and walked inside.    

A puzzled expression appeared on Bai Bingbing and You Wushuang's face at the same time. They understood Ye Qianran's personality, and it seemed like the person in the canopy was someone Ye Qianran was familiar with.    

However, they were not jealous. You Wushuang knew that Ye Qianran definitely knew who she was …    

Ye Qianran seemed to have become the focus of attention as everyone landed on him.    

Ye Qianran walked towards the canopy, one step at a time. At this moment, he felt as though he had just seen the scene when he first came to the Setting Sun Imperial City and dragged Han Youyu away from there.    

A familiar, delicate fragrance wafted through the air as he entered the tent. Han Youyu was seated there, smiling as he gestured for a woman to take a seat. She then swept her gaze over the crowd. "Can we have these people leave first?"    

Han Youyu frowned slightly. What sort of question was Ye Qianran trying to ask? In the end, after a moment of hesitation, his brows loosened: "You guys go out first!"    

As the sound of his voice faded, the few women also left the area. Immediately, the two of them were the only ones left in the tent.    

Ye Qianran's gaze swept across the crowd before finally landing on Han Youyu. The corners of his mouth lifted as he asked, "Miss Han, is the lover surnamed Ye?"