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I think you're sick, and seriously sick at that.
There's something wrong with Qian Renxue!
Yu Mingfei frowned and gently pulled his arm away.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, I don't discriminate against certain preferences, but I do find them rather off-putting."
Xue Qinghe's expression froze, and he immediately shook his head.
"No, no, no. I mean, what do you think of how I've been doing as Crown Prince?"
"Pretty well. I've never been a Crown Prince, so why ask me? Shouldn't you ask Father Emperor?"
Yu Mingfei gave him a perfunctory reply.
Xue Qinghe sighed, his shoulders sagging as he lamented.
"Mingfei, the position of Crown Prince may look glorious, but in truth, I tread on thin ice every day.
"Father Emperor's health worsens by the day. The major kingdoms within the nation each have their own ambitions, while Star Luo eyes us like a tiger from the south.
"Sometimes, I think it would be better if I were just an ordinary person.
"A Soul Master whose strength did not need to be too high—just over level thirty would be enough—and who collected Spirit Hall's subsidy every month.
"I would not have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of my life."
Yu Mingfei leaned back against his chair and rolled his eyes.
Qian Renxue, you're actually putting on an act for me!
Others may not know you, but I do.
Still, I have to admit, Spirit Hall did do this part well.
Not only do they provide free awakenings, they even give Soul Master stipends.
As Xue Qinghe spoke, his expression turned resolute.
"But I am the Crown Prince. The future of the Heaven Dou Empire rests on my shoulders. I cannot relax."
Fire blazed in his eyes as he reached out and slapped Yu