Qian Renxue stood in midair, her pure white wings spreading in the morning light and sending out a halo of pale gold. Her gaze swept indifferently across the valley before finally settling on you.
Her violet eyes were clear as ice. She looked at you as though you were the most ordinary weed by the roadside; neither joy nor anger could be discerned, nor could the depths of her emotions be fathomed.
"It was you?" She looked you up and down, her voice crisp and cold as shattered ice. "The one who invited me here?"
You cupped your hands slightly, your figure straight as green bamboo, neither servile nor overbearing. "Su Yi greets Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Qian Renxue's brow twitched ever so slightly, and an almost imperceptible chill surfaced in her eyes.
She did not answer immediately, merely staring at your features, her gaze slowly roaming your contours, as though trying to recognize something, or recall something.
Yet she had no recollection whatsoever.
A moment later, she folded her wings, and the golden radiance filling the sky receded into her body like an ebbing tide. She drifted lightly down to the center of the valley.
She walked slowly forward, her boot tips passing over the Blue Silver Grass without picking up a speck of dust. Her lips pressed together slightly. "That title... I haven't heard it in a very long time."
She stopped ten zhang away from you, examining you carefully from head to toe. "Those leaflets scattered throughout Heaven Dou City back then-were they your handiwork?"
"They were." You nodded frankly, neither averting nor dodging her gaze.
Qian Renxue studied you for a moment, no emotion discernible in her pale violet eyes. "How did you see through my identity?"
"I believed my disguise was seamless as a