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“Lingxuan, if you join us, we can easily pass this trial. Trust me, I’m strong enough to protect you and Qian’er.”
Ye Lingxuan walked along the forest path, holding Ye Qian’s hand, smiling politely as she listened to the young man beside her, her patience wearing thin.
Behind them, there were six or seven cultivators, led by a handsome young man in a golden robe, his features refined, his posture impeccable, but the dark circles under his eyes hinting at a busy schedule.
He was the Third Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty. He had encountered the Ye sisters shortly after entering the Trial Forest, and he had been captivated by their beauty.
One was elegant and graceful in her purple dress, her skin flawless, while the other was cute and innocent in her green dress.
He had never seen such beautiful sisters before, and he had been unable to resist approaching them.
His status and good looks had won over many women in the past.
But these sisters were cautious, their responses polite but distant.
A skilled hunter was patient, but the Third Prince… he wasn’t a skilled hunter.
His status had made him impatient.
He had been pursuing them relentlessly for nearly half an hour, his patience wearing thin.
“I’m sincere, Lingxuan. I truly want to help you pass the exams. Why do you keep rejecting me?” he asked, his voice taking on a threatening tone.
Such words might intimidate naive girls, but they had no effect on Ye Lingxuan.
“Qian’er and I want to pass the exams on our own,” she replied, her rejection polite but firm.
He narrowed his eyes.
The more she resisted, the more desirable she became.
He was about to speak again when a voice rang out, interrupting him.
“Qian’er, Lingxuan, there you are.”
“Come with me. I’ll help you pass the exams.”
They turned to look at the speaker.
It was a young man in black robes, his features plain, a gentle smile on his lips, his figure slender. He wasn’t handsome, but there was a certain charm about him.
“That’s Ye Yu, one of the candidates chosen by the examiner,” a voice whispered.
It was one of the Third Prince’s attendants, also a chosen candidate, selected to protect the prince during the exams.
Ye Yu… he has the same surname. Could he be related to them?
The Third Prince narrowed his eyes, studying Ye Yu. “Who are you?”
“Ye Yu.”
He looked at the Third Prince, his voice calm. “I apologize, Your Highness, but I’ve already made plans with Qian’er and Lingxuan. Perhaps you should find someone else.”
The Third Prince’s eyes hardened. “Are you blocking my path, Young Master Ye?”
Ye Yu shrugged, smiling faintly. “If you leave now, and let me take them, I won’t be blocking your path.”
The tension between them escalated.
In the past, this would have been the moment Ye Yu defeated the Third Prince, rescuing the damsels in distress.
But now… Ye Lingxuan stared at them, her brow furrowed, her thoughts racing.
What are they doing?
She wasn’t interested in either of them.
And when had she made plans with Ye Yu?
I need to get rid of them. She glanced around, searching for an escape.
Her gaze landed on something in the distance, and her eyes widened with surprise.
“Huh…?”
“What is it, Sister?” Ye Qian asked.
“I think… there’s someone over there,” she replied, her brow furrowed, her gaze fixed on a spot in the distance.
She had a unique constitution, a sensitivity to plants and herbs.
And through the nearby plants, she had sensed a familiar aura.
It was someone she knew!
“Come with me.”
She took Ye Qian’s hand and ran towards the aura.
The Third Prince and Ye Yu, startled by her sudden movement, exchanged a glance, then followed her.
They were here because of the sisters. If they lost them, it would be a waste of their efforts.
Ye Yu, following closely behind, glared at the Third Prince, his anger simmering.
This had been a perfect opportunity to repair his relationship with his cousins… but it had been ruined.
What had they discovered? Why were they running in that direction?
As he pondered, Ye Lingxuan stopped, her gaze fixed on a young man sitting beneath a towering tree.
It’s him…
Ye Yu followed her gaze, and his eyes narrowed.
…Mu Zhi’an!
