Princess Hui Ming: I Want to Win Qiu Tu Over

Qiu Tu said this not because he was overthinking things, but because he had indeed noticed that something was off with Princess Hui Ming.

Putting himself in Princess Hui Ming's shoes, Qiu Tu felt that if he wanted to eliminate "himself," he would definitely ask, "What do you think we should do next?" or "Do you have any good ideas for dealing with Qiu Tu?"

After all, when those in power issued orders, precision was paramount. Only then could subordinates avoid misunderstanding and carrying them out incorrectly.

Which meant that if a superior did not make things clear, there was a high chance that she wanted you to infer her intentions.

And in this matter, it meant that Princess Hui Ming had other ideas.

With that thought, Qiu Tu's heart skipped a beat, and a bold guess arose within him.

Could it be that Princess Hui Ming was interested in "him," or rather, Zhao Ji?

And perhaps that interest had even surpassed her desire to kill "him"?

The thought startled even Qiu Tu himself.

He raised his feline head and cautiously studied Princess Hui Ming with his mismatched gold and blue eyes.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the tent curtains, illuminating Princess Hui Ming's breathtaking profile. Though her face showed little expression, Qiu Tu felt that she was genuinely in a good mood tonight, rather than enraged over Mad War's death.

So... was it really as he had guessed?

Since this matter concerned him personally, Qiu Tu pondered briefly, organized his words, and decided to probe further.

So, he raised his head, deliberately lowering his voice. It carried the sweetness of Cloud Cat God King, yet was laced with a solemn killing intent. "Your Highness, Qiu Tu is no simple man. He is a formidable enemy."

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