Qian Renxue: Does it look good? Angel again!

Upon hearing this, the fingers Qian Renxue used to hold her imperial brush paused slightly, and a drop of bright red cinnabar dripped directly onto a memorial.

A flash of intense fury crossed the depths of her eyes.

The people in the Martial Soul Hall intelligence department were becoming increasingly ignorant of the rules!

To choose such a top-secret meeting to take place in broad daylight, and in the crowded, eyes-everywhere Heaven Dou Royal Academy, no less?

This person's actions were simply too blatant; they were practically making a mockery of her ten years of painstaking infiltration!

Qian Renxue slammed the imperial brush onto the desk, her tone dropping to freezing point.

"Tell him to roll in here!"

She wanted to see exactly which death-defying idiot dared to come looking for her with such swagger.

The next second, a "creak" sounded.

The heavy mahogany study door was pushed open quite casually from the outside.

Lin Yuan strode in with his long legs, stepped directly over the high threshold, and pulled the door shut behind him.

He did not kneel, nor did he offer a salute; he simply stood right where he was.

Qian Renxue raised her head, her face full of rage, prepared to give this ignorant subordinate a proper dressing-down.

However, when her gaze touched upon the face of the person who had removed his bamboo hat.

Qian Renxue felt as if she had been struck by lightning, instantly freezing in her seat.

Those eyes, which always brimmed with majesty and calculation, contracted to the extreme in that moment.

That face, peerless in its handsomeness and radiating a natural, overbearing arrogance—who else could it be but the Lin Yuan she had been longing for day and night!

Ten years of time flashed back through her mind like a whirlwind.

Qian Renxue felt as if her very breathing had stalled in this instant.

When she left Martial Soul City, Lin Yuan was still just a little sprout who had only just awakened his martial soul.

Although they had exchanged letters every month through the top-secret channels of Martial Soul Hall over these years.

The letters were filled with thousands of words, detailing the hardships of her infiltration and the longing for home.

But no matter how vivid the words on paper were, how could they compare to the person standing truly and tangibly before her eyes right now!

Qian Renxue's lips trembled violently; she wanted to call out that name, but not a single sound could escape her throat.

Lin Yuan looked at the plain, unremarkable male face of Xue Qinghe, a flicker of heartache crossing his eyes.

Without a moment's hesitation, he strode around the wide desk and walked directly up to Qian Renxue.

He opened his arms and pulled Qian Renxue, who was sitting in the chair, tightly into his embrace.

Her nose was instantly filled with that long-lost, cool, and refreshing scent that belonged solely to Qian Renxue.

Wrapped tightly in this broad, powerful chest, the defensive wall of strength Qian Renxue had maintained for ten years crumbled to dust in this moment.

She slowly raised her somewhat stiff arms and stroked Lin Yuan's jet-black hair with extreme tenderness.

"You've grown taller again."

Qian Renxue suppressed her emotions with all her might; her voice sounded calm, but the depths of her reddened eyes had already stirred up monstrous waves.

Tears swirled incessantly in her eyes, held back only by sheer force of will.

Lin Yuan felt the slightly thin frame in his arms, his tone carrying undisguised heartache.

"Sister, you've grown thin."

That simple sentence pierced through Qian Renxue's final line of defense.

The mask of disguise on her face rippled, revealing a smile that was incredibly genuine and straight from the heart.

Qian Renxue gently pushed Lin Yuan away and said with a hint of teasing in her tone:

"The disguise of the Heaven Dou Empire crown prince is not easy to maintain; I have to scheme against those old foxes every day, and I even have to sleep with one eye open."

"Unlike you, acting as the pampered young master in Martial Soul Hall, living a life of luxury."

Lin Yuan looked at the male face Qian Renxue was currently wearing, his brows furrowing deeply.

This hypocritical, coarse skin was simply too much of an eyesore.

"Enough, don't talk to me while wearing that face."

Lin Yuan expressed his dissatisfaction straightforwardly, his burning gaze fixed on Qian Renxue.

"I didn't travel all this way just to see Xue Qinghe. I only want to see my sister as she truly is."

Hearing Lin Yuan's overbearing yet intensely intimate words.

Qian Renxue shook her head helplessly, a smile that could topple nations blooming at the corners of her mouth.

She turned her head and issued a stern command to the outside of the study.

"Everyone, retreat fifty paces outside the courtyard and stand guard! Without this Palace's order, anyone who dares to approach the study by even half a step is to be executed without mercy!"

From outside the door, the sound of the Royal Knights retreating in perfect unison immediately followed.

After confirming that there were no other idle ears around to eavesdrop, Qian Renxue turned around and, right in front of Lin Yuan, decisively deactivated the seamless disguise soul bone on her body.

A brilliant, blindingly sacred golden light suddenly erupted within the study.

The mediocre face that had originally belonged to Xue Qinghe rippled and melted away like water.

Replacing it was a face of such breathtaking beauty that not a single flaw could be found.

Her skin was whiter than snow, and her features were as exquisite as those of a celestial fairy.

A cascade of golden hair, as dazzling as sunlight, poured down until it reached her slender waist.

The oversized men's clothing fell away, replaced by a form-fitting golden palace gown.

The design of the gown was incredibly daring, with a high slit running up the side.

With her movements, a pair of long, straight, and slender legs, carved like white jade, appeared and disappeared amidst the folds of the skirt.

Her proud bust stretched the fabric of the gown into a heart-stopping curve, while her willow-thin waist and the shapely arc of her hips formed a masterpiece of beauty capable of driving any man in the world to madness.

Even more lethal was the sacred, noble, and inviolable aura of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul that radiated from her.

Purity and extreme temptation blended together perfectly within Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue tilted her fair, slender swan-like neck slightly, her beautiful eyes shimmering with fluid light.

She looked at the stunned Lin Yuan, her red lips parting slightly as she spoke in a voice that was cold yet carried a lethal hint of coquetry.

"Have you seen enough now?"

The sandalwood incense in the study drifted through the air, heightening the atmosphere into something incredibly amorous.

Lin Yuan stood rooted to the spot, his gaze completely captured by the body before him, which could only be described as a gift from the Creator.

The golden gown flowed down her perfect curves, cinched at the waist to outline a heart-stopping silhouette.

Following the high slit of the skirt, those long, straight jade legs shimmered with an alluring luster under the candlelight.

Sanctity and seduction achieved an ultimate balance upon that beautiful face.

Even though Lin Yuan had lived two lifetimes and possessed a temperament far beyond the average person, his heart skipped a beat.

Seeing Lin Yuan in such a dazed state, a surge of joy instantly blossomed in the depths of Qian Renxue's heart.

The feeling of having the person she longed for completely captivated by her was something she found immensely satisfying.

She deliberately took half a step forward, and the faint, sacred fragrance of her body instantly drifted into Lin Yuan's nostrils.

"What are you looking at?"

Qian Renxue tilted her head, her voice crisp and melodious, carrying a hint of subtle coquetry and provocation.