"I think he probably wishes for the same thing!" Fufeng smiled softly.
The Seventh Prince gently held her shoulders: "You suggest that I draw closer to him, but what about you? How should Qingqiu deal with him?"
Fufeng's body stiffened slightly, her gaze slowly turning to the Seventh Prince.
The Seventh Prince smiled as he looked at her.
Fufeng slowly let her smile show, "Your Highness knows?"
"That day under Zheyuntai, when I was gravely injured and close to death, you treated me with the 'Tianhu Needle,' perhaps assuming I was unconscious and unaware, but my mind was clear. That's when I realized you were the Seven-tailed Spirit Fox of Qingqiu."
Fufeng said, "I did not intend to conceal it from Your Highness; I simply didn't want to leave a stain on you."
"You're wrong! In my heart, there is no such prejudice against the Demon Clan or others."
