## Qian Renxue's Chambers - That Night
That night, sitting at her writing desk with moonlight streaming through her window, Qian Renxue picked up her personal journal—the one written in code, hidden behind spirit seals where no one could read it.
She began to write:
*Today I met someone who sees through all my masks. Someone who knows I'm not Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, yet doesn't threaten or judge me for the deception. Someone who looked at me and said I deserve better than the contempt I've received my entire life.*
*His name is Luo Yan. I don't know where he came from or what he truly wants. But when he's near me, I feel... seen. Understood. Like maybe I'm not as alone as I've always believed.*
*He says my mother's hatred isn't about me. That it existed before I was born, rooted in pain that has nothing to do with who I am. I want to believe him. I want so desperately to believe that I'm not fundamentally unlovable, that there's not something inherently wrong with me that makes even my own mother unable to care.*
*I'm going to see him again in three days. I probably shouldn't—this is dangerous, allowing someone to know my true identity. But I can't help myself.*
*For the first time in eight years, I want something that has nothing to do with my mission or Spirit Hall's goals. I want to see him again. I want to feel seen again.*
*Is that selfish? Probably. But right now, I don't care.*
She set down her pen and moved to the window, looking out at Heaven Dou City's night lights.
Somewhere out there, Luo Yan was probably sleeping. Unaware of the storm of emotions he'd created in her with just a few honest words.
*Who are you really?* she wondered. *And why do I already feel like I can't bear the thought of you leaving?*
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## Meanwhile - Luo Yan's Perspective
In his modest inn room, Luo Yan sat cross-legged in meditation, reviewing the day's events with satisfaction.
The System notifications had been appearing throughout their conversation:
**[QIAN RENXUE - FAVORABILITY INCREASED]**
**[CURRENT FAVORABILITY: 35 → 47]**
**[STATUS: STRANGER → ACQUAINTANCE (INTERESTED)]**
**[ANALYSIS: Target is emotionally vulnerable and responsive to genuine understanding. Continue current approach.
Estimated timeline to Level 2 (Close Bond): 2-3 more meaningful encounters.]**
Luo Yan smiled in the darkness. Everything was progressing exactly as planned.
He'd positioned himself as the mysterious stranger who understood her pain. Who saw through her disguise but didn't threaten her. Who offered emotional support without demanding anything in return.
*She's already thinking about me constantly,* he thought. *Already looking forward to our next meeting. Already beginning to form an emotional attachment.*
*And we've barely begun.*
The tea house encounter had been perfect—intimate but not threatening, emotionally vulnerable but not overwhelming. He'd revealed just enough knowledge to show he understood her, while still maintaining an air of mystery about his own background.
*Three more encounters like that, and she'll reach Level 2 favorability. Then the real benefits start—system points, cultivation boosts, and unlocked bond techniques.*
But even as he planned his next moves, Luo Yan had to acknowledge something unexpected.
The conversation had been... enjoyable. Not just as a strategic necessity, but genuinely engaging. Qian Renxue was intelligent, proud, deeply lonely, and far more vulnerable than she wanted anyone to know.
Helping her understand her mother's rejection hadn't just been manipulation—it had felt right. Like he was actually making her life better, not just using her for system rewards.
*Don't get confused,* he warned himself. *She's a target. A means to power. Getting emotionally invested defeats the purpose.*
But even as he thought it, he knew it was already too late.
Qian Renxue had become more than just a target. She was becoming real.
*Focus,* he told himself firmly. *The mission is what matters. Building the harem. Accumulating power. Everything else is secondary.*
He opened the All Heaven Chat Group, checking for messages:
> **[Tang San]**: Group Leader, are you still investigating that remote region?
> **[Xiao Yan]**: Yeah, you've been quiet for days. Everything okay?
> **[LUO YAN - Group Leader]**: Everything's fine. The investigation is taking longer than expected, but I'm making progress. How are things with all of you?
The conversation flowed naturally from there. Tang San reported advances in his Spirit Power cultivation. Xiao Yan shared insights about Dou Qi manipulation he'd learned from Yao Lao. Shi Hao excitedly described hunting a powerful spirit beast with the village warriors.
Luo Yan participated in the discussion, offering guidance and encouragement, maintaining his role as the supportive group leader.
*This is working perfectly,* he thought. *The chat group keeps the other protagonists engaged while I focus on building relationships in Douluo Dalu. When I eventually visit their universes, I'll already have established trust and authority.*
*One step at a time. One heroine at a time. Build the harem. Accumulate the power.*
*Become invincible.*
He closed the interface and settled deeper into meditation, his Domain Lord level cultivation automatically absorbing both genetic energy and spirit power from the environment.
In three days, he would see Qian Renxue again. The next stage of her seduction would begin.
And somewhere in the distance, other heroines awaited—Bibi Dong with her tragic past, Hu Liena with her complicated loyalties, countless others across multiple universes.
*The game continues,* Luo Yan thought with satisfaction. *And I'm winning.*
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## Three Days Later - The Promise
The three days passed slowly for Qian Renxue.
She performed her duties flawlessly—meeting with ministers, reviewing reports, maintaining the perfect facade of Crown Prince Xue Qinghe. But her mind was always partially elsewhere, counting down the hours until she could return to that small tea house.
When the day finally arrived, she found herself struggling to maintain composure. The afternoon audiences seemed to drag on forever. When they finally concluded, she dismissed her advisors perhaps a bit too quickly and headed toward Scholar's Lane with barely controlled eagerness.
Her guards exchanged knowing glances but said nothing. The Crown Prince's recent interest in Scholar's Lane had been noted but not questioned.
The tea house appeared before her like a sanctuary. Through the windows, she could see him already seated in the same corner, reading another book, looking as peaceful and composed as if he hadn't been occupying her every waking thought for three days.
She pushed open the door and entered.
Luo Yan looked up and smiled—that warm, genuine smile that made her heart do complicated things.
"You came," he said simply.
"I said I would," Qian Renxue replied, settling into the chair across from him.
"People say a lot of things they don't mean," Luo Yan observed. "I'm glad you're not one of them."
They ordered tea—jasmine for her, his usual woodsy blend for him—and fell into conversation easily.
This time, Qian Renxue found herself opening up more freely. Talking about the pressures of maintaining her disguise, the isolation of having no one to confide in, the weight of expectations she carried.
Luo Yan listened with complete attention, occasionally asking questions that showed he was truly engaged, not just being polite.
"Do you ever regret accepting this mission?" he asked at one point.
Qian Renxue considered the question honestly. "Sometimes. When I'm alone in my chambers late at night, pretending to be someone I'm not even in private because the habit is so ingrained... yes, I regret it. But then I remember why I'm doing this—for Spirit Hall, for my mother's vision, for—"
"For the hope that if you succeed, maybe she'll finally be proud of you," Luo Yan finished quietly.
The accuracy of it stole her breath. "Yes," she whispered.
"What if you didn't need her approval?" Luo Yan asked gently. "What if you could be proud of yourself, regardless of what she thinks?"
"I don't know how to do that," Qian Renxue admitted. "Her opinion is... it's everything. It's always been everything."
"Then maybe," Luo Yan said, reaching across the table to take her hand—a bold move, but one she didn't pull away from, "you need to learn to value someone else's opinion. Someone who sees you for who you actually are and thinks you're remarkable exactly as you are."
Their eyes met, and the moment stretched between them—charged with possibility, weighted with meanings neither was quite ready to speak aloud.
"Luo Yan," Qian Renxue said softly, "who are you really? You're not just some wandering Spirit Master. You know too much. Understand too much. See through too much."
He smiled slightly. "Would you believe me if I said I was just very perceptive?"
"No."
"Smart woman." He paused, considering how much to reveal. "The truth is, I'm someone who's been given extraordinary opportunities. Knowledge and abilities that go beyond normal Spirit Master cultivation. I can't tell you everything—not because I don't trust you, but because some secrets are too dangerous to share. But I can tell you this: I'm here because I wanted to meet you. Because I knew you needed someone who could see through your disguise and accept you anyway."
"That's not much of an explanation," Qian Renxue observed.
"I know. But it's all I can offer right now. Is it enough?"
She studied him for a long moment, weighing his words, searching his expression for deception and finding none.
"For now," she finally said. "But I want to know more. Eventually."
"Eventually," Luo Yan agreed. "When the time is right."
They talked for another hour, the conversation flowing naturally between serious topics and lighter moments. Luo Yan made her laugh with dry observations about Heaven Dou City's nobility. She surprised herself by sharing stories from her childhood in Spirit Hall that she'd never told anyone.
When she finally had to leave—sunset approaching, evening duties calling—she found herself reluctant to go.
"Same time next week?" she asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
"Actually," Luo Yan said, "I was thinking... what if I came to you instead?"
Qian Renxue blinked. "Came to me? But how would you—there are guards everywhere, servants, advisors. You can't just walk into the palace—"
"I wouldn't walk," Luo Yan interrupted, his smile turning slightly mischievous. "I have ways of moving unseen. I could visit your private chambers. No one would ever know I was there."
The implications of what he was suggesting hit Qian Renxue like a physical blow.
Her face turned bright red. "Y-you want to... come to my private chambers? At night? Alone?"
"Well, when you say it like that, it sounds scandalous," Luo Yan said with mock innocence. "I just thought it would be more convenient than making you sneak away to tea houses all the time. We could talk freely without worrying about guards or curious onlookers."
"Do you have any idea what people do when a man and woman are alone in private chambers?!" Qian Renxue's voice went up an octave, her composure completely shattered.
"Talk?" Luo Yan suggested, his expression perfectly innocent despite the amusement dancing in his eyes. "Share tea? Discuss philosophy?"
"You're impossible!" Qian Renxue stood abruptly, face burning. "An absolute scoundrel! Coming to a maiden's chambers in the middle of the night—what kind of—how dare you even suggest—!"
She was flustered beyond coherent speech, her mind a chaos of embarrassment and—she refused to examine this too closely—excitement.
"I notice you're not saying no," Luo Yan observed calmly.
"I—you—that's not—!" Qian Renxue sputtered, then turned and fled the tea house before he could say anything else that would make her combust from embarrassment.
Her guards scrambled to keep up with the suddenly sprinting Crown Prince.
Behind her, she could feel Luo Yan's amused gaze following her retreat.
*That scoundrel!* she thought, face still burning as she hurried through Heaven Dou City's streets. *That absolute, shameless, impossible, infuriating—*
But even as she raged internally, she couldn't suppress the small smile that tugged at her lips.
Because he was right. She hadn't said no.
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## That Night - Qian Renxue's Chambers
Qian Renxue sat at her desk, trying to focus on reviewing documents and failing completely.
Her mind kept returning to Luo Yan's suggestion. The audacity of it. The scandal it would cause if anyone found out. The absolute impropriety of allowing a man into her private chambers.
*It would be completely inappropriate,* she told herself firmly. *Dangerous. Reckless. Everything I shouldn't do.*
But a traitorous part of her mind whispered: *But you want to. You want to see him again without the constraints of public spaces. You want to talk freely without worrying about guards overhearing. You want—*
A subtle shift in the air made her freeze.
She looked up to find Luo Yan standing in the corner of her room, having materialized out of nowhere without triggering any of the detection formations that should have alerted her to an intruder.
Her hand flew to her weapon. "How did you—"
"I told you I had ways of moving unseen," Luo Yan said calmly, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. "You didn't say no, so I took that as permission to visit."
"That's not what I—you can't just—" Qian Renxue's face turned red again. "This is completely inappropriate!"
"Would you like me to leave?" Luo Yan asked, and despite the teasing, his tone made it clear he would if she genuinely wanted him to.
Qian Renxue stared at him for a long moment, outrage warring with the undeniable flutter of excitement in her chest.
"...No," she finally admitted quietly. "Don't leave."
Luo Yan's smile softened into something warm and genuine. "Then may I stay?"
"For a little while," she conceded, trying to maintain some dignity despite the situation. "But this is highly irregular. If anyone finds out—"
"No one will find out," Luo Yan assured her, settling into the chair across from her desk as comfortably as if he'd been invited through the front door. "I promise you that."
And somehow, despite the absolute insanity of the situation, Qian Renxue believed him.
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**To Be Continued**