In the VIP room.

Jiang Ning had just sipped half a cup of tea.

Manager Liu pushed open the door to the VIP room and walked in.

Behind him followed two graceful attendants, each carrying a tray.

"Marquis!" Manager Liu paid his respects to Jiang Ning.

"Greetings, Marquis!" The two maids behind him also bowed to Jiang Ning.

"Is everything prepared?" Jiang Ning put down his tea and immediately stood up.

Upon seeing this, Manager Liu instantly understood Jiang Ning’s intent.

Knowing that Jiang Ning did not wish to linger here.

He quickly nodded: "Everything is brought."

Then, he waved his hand, and the two attendants behind him understood, placing the trays on the table in front of Jiang Ning.

"Marquis, please look!" Manager Liu spoke.

Then he lifted the red cloth covering the trays, revealing nine small white porcelain bottles arranged on each tray.

Their appearance almost identical to the ones Ji Minghao had given him.

"Marquis, please inspect them!" Manager Liu said.

Jiang Ning picked up a small white porcelain bottle and opened the lid.

At once, clouds of mist appeared inside, with dragon-shaped smoke billowing within, and as the lid was opened, a clear dragon’s roar emerged.

"Yes!" Jiang Ning nodded and resealed the bottle.

Then he waved his hand, and the dragon’s spiritual liquid on the tray instantly vanished.

"Marquis, I’ll escort you!" Seeing Jiang Ning directly heading outside, Manager Liu hurriedly followed behind.

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National Master Mansion.

"Your Highness! I’ll go up and knock!" said the sword-wielding guard beside Ji Minghao.

Ji Minghao nodded.

Seeing this, the sword-wielding guard stepped forward.

Just as his knuckles were about to fall on the vermilion lacquered door, his hand halted.

"Eighth Prince!" Jiang Ning’s clear voice rang out behind the two.

Ji Minghao’s heart skipped a beat, and he turned around, seeing Jiang Ning in his python robe.

"Dongling Marquis!" He greeted with a smile.

"Eighth Prince, who are you here to see?" Jiang Ning appeared puzzled.

"I came to find Dongling Marquis!" Ji Minghao stated directly.

"Just as I thought!" Hearing Ji Minghao’s words, Jiang Ning was not surprised at all.

He didn’t think the National Master Mansion, before his arrival, had anyone worth the Eighth Prince Ji Minghao’s visit.

As for the State Preceptor Su Qingying, even with the Eighth Prince Ji Minghao’s status and position, she was not worthy.

The greater possibility was due to his arrival.

"It seems the city guards also have Ji Minghao’s people!" Jiang Ning mused to himself, the thought flashing through his mind.

The deputy of the city guards he just met reappeared in his mind.

"Eighth Prince, what is it that you seek me for?" Jiang Ning asked. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Ji Minghao replied, "To bring Dongling Marquis some gifts!"

"Gifts?" Jiang Ning showed slight confusion on his face.

Ji Minghao nodded, then tossed the ring he wore towards Jiang Ning.

"Dongling Marquis, these items are for you."

Jiang Ning reached out to catch it, then upon glancing at it, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He recognized the ring in his hand as a space tool.

Such items might be extraordinarily precious to ordinary people.

But to a royal family member like Ji Minghao, it was an ordinary thing.

However, he knew that Ji Minghao’s deliberate visit to gift him was not just for a simple space ring.

He immediately split a thread of divine thought into the ring in his hand.

In a breath, the ring was under his control.

He then saw the contents of the ring.

In a one-square-meter space, many items were stacked.

There were gift boxes, cold ice jade boxes, bottles and jars of pills, and some gold, as well as gold tickets.

Looking at the one-square-meter space, he secretly gasped.

Even without opening the gift boxes, jade boxes, and those pills.

But just a quick glance revealed that these things together exceeded the value of the resources Ji Minghao had previously given him.

Because with a single glance, he saw thirty-six bottles of dragon spiritual liquid neatly arranged.

The value of just this dragon spiritual liquid alone, according to what he just learned from Wanhua Building, was as high as thirty-six thousand taels of gold.

He once again felt the deep foundation of the Imperial Family.

It must be known that Ji Minghao was only the eighth son of the Imperial Family, the weakest support and least favored Eighth Prince.

Among the many princes, while Ji Minghao was not at the bottom, he was in the lowest ranks.

Yet, even in such a situation, Ji Minghao could pull out so many resources to win over his loyalty.

"Is this the essence of an 800-year-old Imperial Family?" He mused with a sense of awe.

Then he spoke, "What is the Eighth Prince’s intention?"

Ji Minghao spoke, "Simply put, the Dongling Marquis is now a Second Grade Great Grandmaster, but reaching First-grade is not easy, especially with the current situation, the Dongling Marquis should be aware, time waits for no one!"

"I know Shiqi has feelings for you, so I don’t want Shiqi to suffer in the future."

"Only by reaching First-grade before the situation collapses can you have a slim chance of survival."

"Additionally..." At this point, Ji Minghao paused.

Seeming to hesitate and ponder.

He repeatedly glanced at Jiang Ning before speaking, "I also want the Dongling Marquis to owe me a favor! One day in the future, lend a helping hand, assist me when the situation allows."

"This is my private wish."

"As a prince, in today’s circumstances, I cannot retreat, only advance! No advance means death; failure also means death."

"But only by seeking life within death can there be a slim chance."

"I too wish to compete; I do not want to succumb to this damned destiny."

Standing before the National Master Mansion and Jiang Ning, Ji Minghao poured out all his sentiments.