Heaven Dou City, the Crown Prince Manor.
Qian Renxue lay sprawled over the writing desk in her study, her chin resting on her folded arms. Her golden hair spilled across her shoulders and the desktop, and she looked like a flower wilted by the sun.
Several memorials awaiting her review lay open on the desk. The ink had dried, but she had not written a word.
Outside, the sunlight shifted from east to west. She did not change her position once.
Porcupinefish Douluo stood at the study door, watching his young mistress. After hesitating for quite a while, he stepped inside.
He cleared his throat and tried to sound casual.
"Young Mistress, the Soul Master Tournament is almost here, and the Heaven Dou Empire has been making plenty of moves lately. You needn't worry so much."
Qian Renxue did not lift her head. "I'm not worried," she mumbled.
Porcupinefish Douluo's mouth twitched.
You're about to crush the writing desk, and you're not worried? He chose his words carefully before trying again.
"Then what's on your mind, Young Mistress? Perhaps this subordinate can help."
Qian Renxue finally stirred and raised her face from the crook of her arms.
Her exquisite face was full of impatience and another emotion he could not quite name. Her phoenix eyes were half-open, and her voice carried a petulant complaint.
"That brat of a little brother has been gone for so long, and he hasn't even written a letter.
Is Spirit Hall that far from Heaven Dou City? Has he never heard of sending a letter by carrier pigeon? Has he forgotten he has a sister?"
Porcupinefish Douluo opened his mouth, then found he had no idea what to say.
So she's thinking about Young Master Su Yu.
He breathed a quiet sigh of relief, only