Tears welled in Bai Chenxiang's eyes. She bit her lip hard, refusing to let herself cry.
She was the little princess of the Speed Clan. She could not be so spineless.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, her gaze falling on Ye Xuan once more.
Whatever his reasons, she was now his prisoner and had to obey his orders.
Gathering the Star Luo Empire's military deployments—this was the first task he had given her.
She could not keep wallowing in grievance and resentment. She had to complete the task as soon as possible, then find a way to escape his control.
Yet, looking at the man on the bed who treated her as if she did not exist, Bai Chenxiang's heart filled with helplessness again.
The Living Being Imprint's power was far too great. Escaping his control was almost impossible.
Was she going to be his puppet for the rest of her life, controlled by him at will, without even the right to have him look at her once more?
The thought filled her with despair.
She slowly walked to a chair in the corner and sat down, making as little noise as possible so as not to disturb Ye Xuan's cultivation.
She lowered her head and stared at her toes, her heart a tangled mess of emotions.
The lamps in the hall still burned brightly, illuminating her lonely figure and Ye Xuan on the bed, absorbed in cultivation. Together, they formed an exceedingly strange yet harmonious scene.
Bai Chenxiang did not know how long she had been sitting there. Her entire body felt somewhat stiff. She raised her head and looked at Ye Xuan again, only to find that he was still seated cross-legged in meditation. The azure-gold energy around him flowed more smoothly now,