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Zhu Zhuqing's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a faint trace of surprise flashed through her eyes.

That playboy prince who, in her impression, did nothing but haunt places of pleasure and wallow in self-abandonment actually had such boldness and drive?

This was somewhat different from what she had previously believed.

But that was all.

After the surprise passed, what rose in her heart was still disgust and distance toward Dai Mubai.

After all, his frivolous and indulgent image had long been deeply ingrained in Zhu Zhuqing's heart. It could not be changed by a single unexpected action.

Dai Mubai's move was nothing more than a struggle for his own precarious position. What did it have to do with her, Zhu Zhuqing?

Though they were fiancés forcibly bound together by fate, in essence, they were still each other's most direct rivals and hidden dangers who could drag the other into the abyss at any moment.

By comparison, the pill that could allow Soul Masters to absorb Soul Rings beyond their level interested her far more.

If... if she could obtain such a pill as well, would she be able to grow stronger faster and gain the power to break free from these cold shackles of fate sooner?

Even if it gave her only a little more hope, it was worth fighting for.

The chief envoy of this delegation was her father, Zhu Tianlin.

That thought stirred a faint ripple across the still lake of Zhu Zhuqing's heart.

Although her father had always placed the interests of the family and the empire first, impartial and stern, and rarely showed ordinary paternal affection toward her and her sisters, this was still an opportunity.

Should she—or could she—find some way to express this desire to her father?

Zhu Zhuqing silently weighed the cold reality