The woman in red within his embrace was on the verge of surrendering. If not for his calculated restraint, Chen Yizhen might very well have indulged once more in the charms of the Princess.
Yet now, Chen Yi's gaze remained crystal clear.
To avoid unnecessary complications, he had not uttered a single lie to this Demon Sect Saintess. Yet every word he spoke was a carefully curated truth.
He had once admitted to her that he preferred Qin Qingluo to her—that was the truth.
Just earlier, he had said that Yin Tingxue was his favorite, and like Zhu E, both were merely silver hairpins—this was also the truth.
Only through such deliberate distance could he foster a dynamic that was both near and far. And only with such distance could a woman become more... enamored.
After this, Qin Qingluo would gradually despair over someone like Zhu E and slowly make space in her heart for their daughter.
As he contemplated, he extended a hand and gently released his grip on Zhu E, saying:
