The Secret Chamber Crown Prince

As they stepped out of the Great Soul Arena, Dugu Yan suddenly spoke, her tone certain. "The way Shui Bing'er looked at you was off; she definitely has feelings for you."

Tang San asked in surprise, "Huh? Really? Xiao Wu and I only saw them once before, in a small town on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, and we barely exchanged a few words. Don't overthink it."

Dugu Yan snorted, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes. "I trust a woman's intuition. The way she looked at you was exactly the same way Lingling looked at you. She definitely has feelings for you."

Ye Lingling, who had been hiding to the side, blushed immediately when she heard Dugu Yan teasing her.

Xiao Wu, walking beside Tang San, chimed in, "I think so too. The way she looks at Third Brother is different from how she looks at others."

Tang San was speechless. Not wanting to dwell on this issue any longer, he quickly changed the subject. "Never mind her, never mind her. I'll take you back to the academy first, and then we'll go to the Crown Prince's Residence. I have an appointment with Brother Xue, and I don't want to be late."

Dugu Yan nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

She took Tang San's arm and rested her chin on his shoulder, her tone softening slightly. "Alright. Then drink less tonight."

Tang San smiled and nodded.

The group walked along the wide streets of Heaven Dou City towards the Shrek Academy.

In the evening, Tang San arrived at the Crown Prince's Residence.

The gatekeeper, who had been notified in advance, saw Tang San and quickly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and then jogged to lead him inside.

After crossing the front yard, walking along the long corridor, and going around the garden, the guard stopped in front of a room and stepped aside.

"Your Highness, Young Master Tang has arrived." The gatekeeper knocked gently on the door, his voice respectful.

"Come in," came Xue Qinghe's gentle voice from inside.

The gatekeeper pushed open the door, bowed, and stepped aside. Tang San strode inside.

In the study, Xue Qinghe was sitting at his desk, holding a book in his hand.

Seeing Tang San enter, he put down his book, stood up, and a gentle smile curved his lips.

Tang San clasped his hands in a fist and a smile appeared on his face, "Brother Xue, I've arrived."

Xue Qinghe stepped forward, extended his hand, and naturally took Tang San's hand, his gesture casual. "My dear brother, you've arrived. Come, come, I've specially prepared fine wine and delicacies for you to celebrate your great victory today."

She took Tang San's hand and led him to the back of the study.

Tang San then discovered that there was another door behind the study, leading to an even more private room.

Xue Qinghe pushed open the door, pulled Tang San inside, and the door slowly closed behind them.

The room wasn't large, but it was decorated very elegantly. A thick carpet covered the floor, soft and silent underfoot.

A round table sat in the center of the room, laden with dishes and a pot of wine.

On one side of the room, there was a bed with neatly made bedding that exuded a faint fragrance.

Tang San glanced at the bed and then looked away.

Tang San noticed that the room was equipped with strong Soul Power and Spiritual Power restrictions.

The walls on all four sides seemed to be covered by an invisible barrier, isolating the room from the outside world.

Tang San's senses reached out, but bounced back as soon as they touched the wall, unable to penetrate it at all.

Titled Douluo would probably be unable to discern what was happening inside.

Tang San felt uneasy. Was Xue Qinghe planning to imprison him in a secret chamber? Could this kind of fetish be hereditary?

He subconsciously swallowed, his mind racing through various possibilities, but his face remained expressionless.

Then hurry up and come! I can't wait!

The two sat down and began to drink and chat.

Xue Qinghe personally poured wine for Tang San, his movements elegant and composed.

Tang San picked up his wine cup, clinked it with Xue Qinghe's, and drank it all in one gulp. The wine was mellow and sweet, with a lingering aftertaste and a hint of sweetness.

Xue Qinghe refilled his glass, and the two ate and drank, chatting about what happened in the Soul Fighting Arena that day, the upcoming matches, and their future plans.

After a few rounds of drinks, Xue Qinghe's cheeks flushed slightly, and his golden eyes became misty with tears.

She put down her wine glass, her gaze falling on Tang San's face. Her tone was casual, yet tinged with a hint of nervousness. "Brother, I saw several beautiful women with you today. Are they all your confidantes?"

Tang San's heart skipped a beat. So, this is the real reason you invited me for drinks today?

Setting down his wine glass, Tang San nodded and replied sincerely, "They have all been incredibly kind to me, providing tremendous help on my path to growth. Without them, my cultivation level wouldn't have reached its current height. Therefore, no matter what happens in the future, I will never let them down."

Xue Qinghe's heart stirred slightly. She picked up her wine cup, took a sip, and asked with a more probing tone, "I heard from you at the Great Soul Arena that a Fairy Sister once saved you. You seemed quite enamored with her back then. Have you already forgotten her? Don't you have any feelings for her at all?"

Tang San was terrified; this was a life-or-death question. What could he say? There was only one answer, "Hello."

His mind raced, Tang San first shook his head, saying, "She will always be my goddess, so noble, so sacred."

Then, a bitter smile appeared on his face, he sighed, and continued:

"But, Brother Xue, you don't know this, but I know my status is too lowly to be worthy of the Fairy Sister. I am just a commoner Soul Master with no decent background. That's why I cultivate so diligently, just so that I might have the chance to see her again."

Tang San's tone carried the humility and helplessness of a small person facing an unattainable idol.

He picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, his eyes seemingly veiled with a thin layer of mist. His voice lowered, "But no matter how much I cultivate, I'm still just a commoner. What's the use of having such thoughts? How could she possibly be interested in me?"

At this point, Tang San refilled his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, looking every bit like a deeply affectionate, love-struck fool.

Xue Qinghe was deeply moved by Tang San's words, and his golden eyes shone brightly.

Her eyes became unfocused, as if an emotion she couldn't suppress was about to burst forth.

Suddenly, Xue Qinghe stood up, walked around the table, went to Tang San, and hugged him tightly.

Her arms were wrapped around Tang San's shoulders, her chin rested on Tang San shoulder, and her face was buried in the crook of his neck. Her warm breath sprayed on Tang San's neck, carrying the scent of wine and her own unique sweet fragrance.

Tang San was completely bewildered, and his body froze.

I was just spouting some nonsense that naive people would love to hear.

No way, no way, is she going to confess to me?

Tang San's heart raced, his mind went blank, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.

Xue Qinghe whispered in Tang San's ear, "If I say I don't want to be your Brother Xue, but only your Fairy Sister, is that okay?"

Her voice was low and soft, carrying a tenderness and vulnerability that seemed to want to shed all pretense.

Tang San feigned confusion and laughed, "Brother Xue, you've had too much to drink. How can you be my Fairy Sister? Fairy Sister is a woman, and you're a man..."