Chapter 9: A Dangerous Person

However, in just a brief moment, Hua Ruomo forced herself to calm down. Looking at it now, that person probably hadn't recognized her yet. Subconsciously, Hua Ruomo raised her hand to touch the area behind her ear, only truly feeling a slight sense of relief when she felt the smooth texture of her own natural skin.

In every previous meeting with him, to avoid unnecessary trouble, she had always worn a highly realistic human-skin mask. She had originally intended to reveal her identity to him when she brought him the antidote tonight; after all, they were meant to spend their lives together, and she did not want there to be any secrets between them.

But now...

Hua Ruomo's heart trembled slightly. She had always known that knowing his identity might be somewhat awkward, but she had never imagined it would reach such a state.

"What is this? The eldest young lady of the Hua Manor has always been poised and polite. Why is it that upon seeing this Prince today, you have lost your composure one after another? Could it be that you have long harbored feelings for me, and now that we finally meet, you..."

"Your Highness, please hold your tongue!"

A flash of surprise crossed Jun Changqi's ink-black eyes, which was immediately replaced by a narrow, dangerous gaze. A mere daughter of a Prime Minister actually dared to rebuke him like this—she truly had... guts.

"Ru Yan is not yet married. There are some things Your Highness should not say." Hua Ruomo grit her teeth, nearly biting her lip until it bled.

"This Prince should not say? What is there that I should not say? Or is it that you already have someone you favor in your heart, which is why you feel this Prince is saying things he shouldn't?"

Jun Changqi raised an eyebrow slightly. He was naturally handsome; as the breeze brushed through his dark hair, strands climbed delicately across his meticulously sculpted profile, making him appear full of an irresistible, wicked charm.

Yet, it was precisely this aura of wickedness that deluded others, while causing Hua Ruomo to gradually regain her senses.

The person in front of her was not him.

It must have been that she was still in a daze just now and saw a face that was extremely similar, causing her to be momentarily deceived by his appearance. Upon closer inspection, she could still discern that the person before her was slightly different from that man.

That man had always possessed a clear, elegant, and handsome appearance—ethereal and pure. Even his name carried a hint of that transcendent quality—Qing Chen.

Hua Ruomo would forever remember the scene of the first time she saw him.

At that time, she was only twelve years old. It was a night with a bright moon, the night before she was to return to the Prime Minister's Manor. She had intended to go to Mount Guming alone to watch the sunrise one last time, but when she arrived, she saw a tall, slender figure standing quietly in the distance.

His ink-colored hair was tinged with a faint, pale white in the hazy morning light. He wore a pure white robe with wide sleeves, the edges of his garments fluttering gently in the mountain wind, yet the man stood there like an immovable, towering rock.

For some reason, at that moment, Hua Ruomo clearly felt a piercing sense of loneliness and desolation permeating from that silhouette. Before him was a sea of clouds, and beneath him was a bottomless abyss. He stood so close to the edge of the cliff that a single slip would cause him to fall to his death, leaving nothing behind.

She had stayed at Mount Guming for ten years, yet she had never encountered such a figure. Though, in truth, during her ten years at Mount Guming, the only people she could see were her crazed Master, a frost-like Senior Sister, and a Senior Brother whose whereabouts were unknown year-round.

Indeed, since she was three years old, she had been sent by the people of the Prime Minister's Manor to the dreaded Mount Guming. Others said that only eccentrics lived on that mountain, but Hua Ruomo felt they were all good people.

At the very least, compared to the crowd in the Prime Minister's Manor, they were indeed good people.

Back then, the young Hua Ruomo stood at a distance, gazing at that silhouette, terrified of disturbing that immortal-like figure. However, to her horror, in the blink of an eye, that white figure vanished. Hua Ruomo rushed to the edge of the cliff, but once she stepped beyond that thick, vast sea of white clouds, she could see nothing else, let alone a human figure. Falling from here, even with the greatest martial arts prowess in the world, there would absolutely be no possibility of survival.

And yet, that man did not die.