Chapter 18 The Intertwining of Fates

Su Mingli's heart still hadn't returned to a steady rhythm. The intense tugging of her consciousness between the two time and space dimensions gave her an illusion of dizziness. She stared intently at Xiao Jingxuan, her throat tightening.

— She had seen him in modern times, a Xiao Jingxuan wearing a white surgical gown, standing in a bright, sterile operating room, calmly telling her that her heart had started beating again.

And now, this man was standing right in front of her. His robe fluttered gently, and his eyes were as profound as an ancient well.

What on earth was going on?

Xiao Jingxuan noticed her abnormality and squinted his eyes slightly. In a deep voice, he said, "What did you see just now?"

Su Mingli's breath caught in her throat, and a multitude of speculations flashed through her mind like lightning.

Should she tell him?

No, she couldn't. She didn't have enough certainty about her speculations, nor did she know exactly what role Xiao Jingxuan played in this incident.

She forced herself to calm down, lowered her eyes, and said indifferently, "I'm just feeling a bit dizzy."

Xiao Jingxuan didn't expose her immediately. Instead, he stared at her meaningfully, the corners of his lips curling up slightly in a teasing manner. "Is that so?"

There was obvious disbelief in his tone, but he didn't press the matter further. Instead, he raised his hand and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. His fingertips lightly brushed against her cheek, carrying a faint coolness.

"You've changed a great deal recently," he said in a low, husky voice, as if murmuring to himself or issuing a warning. "This king is very curious. Just how many secrets are you still hiding?"

Su Mingli slightly turned her head to avoid his touch, feeling a sense of caution in her heart.

She didn't want to reveal her abnormality, and it was clear that Xiao Jingxuan was also testing her.

This silent confrontation spread.

"Secrets?" She let out a soft laugh, her tone tinged with a hint of sarcasm. "I'm afraid the Prince of War is overthinking things."

Xiao Jingxuan didn't say anything. He just stared at her with an unreadable expression, a hint of hidden danger in his eyes.

The atmosphere in the Glazed Workshop became delicate and tense for a moment.

Just then, there was a sudden rush of rapid footsteps outside the door.

"Your Highness, an urgent report!"

A hidden guard hurried in, knelt down on one knee, and presented a confidential letter with both hands.

Xiao Jingxuan withdrew his gaze, opened the letter, and his expression changed slightly.

"Prince of War?" Su Mingli keenly noticed the change in his mood, and her eyes flickered.

Xiao Jingxuan folded the letter paper, raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes unfathomable. "Something has happened in the capital city."

Su Mingli felt a slight sinking in her heart.

She had a premonition that this change might very well be related to the mystery of her "soul fragmentation"…