'What's going on...?'
Luo Ying knew she was a Fuyao Sword Cultivator. She had already severed any aspect of her Dao related to romantic love, so it should have been impossible for her to have any feelings for a man.
Back when she was still a True Disciple at Fuyao Sword Palace, she had practiced the Supreme Forget Love Dao.
She had long since cut away all romantic feelings, dedicating herself to the sword in her sole pursuit of longevity.
Her Daoxin had always been unshakably firm, impervious to any external influence.
Otherwise, she never would have reached the Eleventh Realm so quickly.
She had seen her fair share of handsome men; even those with extraordinary looks like Prince Jin held no interest for her.
'So why am I having these feelings for the Crown Prince?'
Luo Ying decided it must be because she had speculated too much about the Crown Prince. 'That's why I'm feeling so uneasy and worried.'
