Tang Shuo smiled, set the porcelain bottle in his hand back on the stone table, and turned his gaze to Xue Qinghe's face again.
"Though the immortal herb I gave her was precious, the gift your cousin sent in return was certainly worth no less."
He stroked his chin, a teasing glint appearing in his eyes.
"Such generosity, sending so much all at once..."
"Could it be..."
Tang Shuo deliberately drew out his words, leaned closer, and lowered his voice.
"She... has some other thoughts about me?"
"Pah!"
Xue Qinghe practically spat on reflex, his cheeks flushing scarlet at once.
That reaction was nothing like that of a composed crown prince. Instead, he looked like a young girl whose secret had been exposed, flaring up in embarrassment.
"You really are rather shameless!"
He shot Tang Shuo a glare, his eyes full of embarrassment and indignation.
The moment the words left his mouth, he froze.
Damn it, I lost my composure again.
He secretly regretted it, but his thoughts were in complete disarray.
Did she have other thoughts?
Even Qian Renxue herself could not say for sure.
She only felt that Tang Shuo was special. He had helped her and treated her well.
So, within Spirit Hall's treasury and during her training in Soul Hunting Forest, whenever she saw these rare poisons, Tang Shuo's image inexplicably surfaced in her mind.
Then, without realizing it, she began collecting them.
What exactly did that mean?
Seeing the lingering blush on Xue Qinghe's face, Tang Shuo's smile deepened.
He did not continue the subject, instead steering the conversation back on track.
"Since your cousin was so thoughtful, would it not be terribly discourteous of me, the recipient, not to thank her in person?"
His tone turned serious as he gave Xue Qinghe a slight