Qian Renxue: It must be because my Martial Soul is divine-grade that it has a consciousness!

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing that inexplicable flutter within her.

She did not know what was wrong with her Martial Soul, or why it kept sending out waves of fluctuations.

Yet she still maintained that impeccably warm smile:

"You're too modest, Tang Tian."

"With your talent, given time, you will surely become a pillar of the empire, with achievements far surpassing mine."

She paused:

"Since you're interested, the doors of the Crown Prince's residence are always open to you."

Tang Tian bowed slightly in salute. "Thank you for your generous regard, Your Highness."

Qian Renxue nodded, exchanged a few more pleasantries with Tang San and Xiao Wu, then turned to leave.

Yet the instant she turned around, an extraordinarily powerful urge surged into her heart.

She wanted to look back.

She wanted another look at that boy.

The urge came out of nowhere, yet surged like raging waves.

It was as though the boy possessed a deadly magnetism that was tugging at her soul.

Or rather, her Martial Soul was acting up!

As an infiltrator who had spent years in disguise, she had long since learned to control her emotions like a machine.

She believed that even when faced with separation in life or death, she could keep her heart as still as water.

Yet now, a boy she had only just met...

Had actually stirred in her a longing that bordered on losing control.

Damn it... what's wrong with me?

Qian Renxue clenched the hand hidden inside her sleeve.

She used the pain to force herself to walk away.

But in the end, a barely perceptible trace of panic still crept into her retreating figure.

Back in the study at the Crown Prince's residence.

Qian Renxue sat alone before the broad desk.

Before her lay