The hunting competition took place as scheduled the next day, with the grand prize being a peerless treasure sword named Feihong Jian, which was said to be lost by the top master in the martial world.

　　The Ussuri tribe, Zhou Xing'an, and the Jin Dynasty all participated.

　　Shen Su, as the crown prince of Qisang, also personally took part and emerged as the winner among many strong opponents.

　　On the high stage, a man dressed in sapphire blue armor pulled out the Feihong Jian and effortlessly displayed several moves, creating a burst of breaking wind sounds.

　　His ink-black hair danced in the wind, and his swordsmanship was graceful like a startled swan, agile and elegant.

　　A burst of cheers erupted from the audience.

　　"Drunk with flowers in a hall filled with three thousand guests, one sword brings frost to fourteen provinces." It's about him...

　　Feng Qingcheng stared straight at Shen Su, her desire to conquer clearly evident in her eyes.

　　My gaze also focused on Shen Su.

　　There was no way around it, he was too eye-catching, making it impossible not to look at him.

　　Across the crowd, Shen Su suddenly glanced at me, and under the scorching sunlight, he curled his lips and gave me a faint smile.

　　My heart skipped a beat.

　　I can't resist! I really can't resist! I covered my restless chest and ran away.

　　That night, I dreamt of Shen Su again, and this dream was even more passionate than the last.

　　This time, it was me who was bound by chains.

　　Shen Su sat by the edge of the bed, with his long hair loose and a carefree expression.

　　He lightly flicked his slender fingers, and my belt dropped to the ground.

　　Then, he slightly raised the corner of his lips, with a suggestive and frivolous tone, "Little princess, your heavenly beauty has captured my heart for a long time." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly leaned down, and his kiss descended like a storm, with an irresistible madness.

　　My hand was also held down by him, and his fingers gradually hooked in, until all ten fingers interlocked.

　　I couldn't speak a complete sentence.

　　The scene changed, and Shen Fu emerged from behind the screen, with still-drying water droplets on his body.

　　"Zhaojun." He kissed my forehead and gently called my name, "Don't think about leaving me anymore." "Brother, don't you want to use those methods on me? Be obedient, isn't that better?" The dream abruptly ended here.

　　I couldn't sleep either, absentmindedly holding onto the blanket until dawn.

　　Until the faint light of dawn, Song Xue came in with a basin of water, and deliberately mentioned, "There's news from the empress's side.

　　They're going to choose the crown prince's official consort." I paused for a moment, "Choose an official consort?" "Yes, I heard that the eldest daughter of the Li family and the second daughter of the Murong family are both on the shortlist...

　　Oh, Princess..." Before Song Xue could finish, I quickly jumped out of bed, put on my shoes and socks, and ran to the Eastern Palace.