The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

"Is this... the legendary Buzhou Sword!?" Jiang Yingxue's eyes widened. Even in the original novel, the Buzhou Sword was only mentioned occasionally and never appeared.

She only knew that the Buzhou Sword's original owner, after achieving enlightenment and ascending to heaven, had left it behind on an ice field. It turned out that the ice field was actually Mount Tianshan... and that it had transformed into a bracelet, which was then picked up by the spirit girl.

After saying this, Jiang Yingxue looked at the spirit girl and said, "Did you know that the true form of this bracelet is a sword?"

The spirit girl quickly shook her head. "From the moment I picked it up, it was just an ordinary bracelet! I never even imagined it would become like this! Only just now did I see its true form for the first time... It's so beautiful!"

"It's really beautiful." Jiang Yingxue looked at the sword and liked it very much. "But why did it reveal its true form at this time?"

Wan Jinan stepped forward and took a look at the sword. "What a fine sword! What a fine sword! I guess it's because it wants to recognize you as its master that it's willing to reveal its true form. Yingxue, do you remember how I forced you to learn the Buzhou Sword Style? This time, not only did you learn the Buzhou Sword Style, you also obtained the Buzhou Sword. You're truly rich! I was just heartbroken that you spent over 20,000 spirit stones, but now I think it was totally worth it!"

So you want to recognize your master?

Jiang Yingxue frowned slightly, then bit her finger without hesitation. Bright red blood immediately dripped onto the sword and seeped into the blade.

However, contrary to her expectations, the sword didn't react at all. The gleaming blade remained silent, the cold metal devoid of any breath. Even more astonishing was the sudden vibration of the Buzhou Sword, followed by a flash of light. The sword shrank rapidly before her eyes, transforming back into the bracelet it had been, gently wrapping itself around her wrist.

She was puzzled, looking down at her wrist, then looking at Wan Jinan in confusion: "This sword doesn't seem to want to recognize its master, but why is it willing to reveal its true form?"

Wan Jinan narrowed his eyes and observed the bracelet on Jiang Yingxue's wrist, a thoughtful look on his face.

"This..." Wan Jinan paused, "Master can't figure it out either. Let me go back and look it over carefully. After all, some swords are indeed special, and the usual method of recognizing their master may not work. It's getting late, let's go back quickly and not stay in Linxian City for too long."

After saying that, Wan Jinan turned to look at Shen Yun and said, "Your Highness, we will take our leave first. Please come to Xianyun Sect often when you have time."

After hearing this, Shen Yun nodded lightly and responded with a slight smile: "Okay, Master Wan Feng, goodbye."

After he finished speaking, his gaze turned to Jiang Yingxue, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Before he could finish his words, Jiang Yingxue said, "Then, Prince Brother, Master and I will return to the sect first. Goodbye."

Jiang Yingxue's voice was crisp, yet unintentionally hinted at a certain coldness and distance. She followed with two quick steps. Her steps were brisk and firm, without a trace of her former dependence.

Shen Yun stood there, watching Jiang Yingxue's back gradually walk away, and suddenly an indescribable bitterness surged in his heart. He frowned slightly and sighed softly: "Our Xue'er has really grown up. She is not as clingy to me as before."

"What? Are you disappointed? Do you regret it?" The guard stood by with a look of disappointment on his face. "Your Highness, please pay more attention. Miss Jiang has more than grown up now. She's drifting away from you. If this continues, she might run off with someone else."

Shen Yun's expression changed slightly when he heard this, and a hint of anger and helplessness flashed across his eyes: "Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense! Really, let's not talk about anything else, just that masked senior brother, it's obvious that he's interested in Miss Jiang. Your Highness, haven't you noticed that every time you talk to Miss Jiang, that man acts very unnatural!"

Shen Yun frowned slightly, remained silent for a moment, then shook his head: "Don't worry, that senior brother has been wearing a mask the whole time and has no expression at all, so how can he be unnatural?"

"Oh my God, when it comes to political strategy, who can surpass you in intelligence? But why are you so stone-faced when it comes to love?" The guard was almost crying. "Your Highness, I can see that you love Miss Jiang. If she were snatched away by someone else, would you truly not regret it? Would you not be unwilling to accept it?"

Shen Yun's eyes darkened, his expression complicated, but a shadow of pain appeared in his eyes. He glanced at the guard and his tone became calm and low: "You don't understand."

"I am stupid. If you don't tell me, how can I understand? I don't understand. You two were clearly in love at the beginning. Your Majesty and the Queen also liked Miss Jiang so much. There was almost no obstacle between you two. Why—"

"Yes, it seems there are no obstacles between us." Shen Yun lowered his eyes, his brows full of helplessness: "Although my father and mother also like Yingxue very much and have always said that they want a daughter like her, they don't seem to have said that they want a daughter-in-law like her, right? If they wanted Yingxue to become the Crown Princess, this engagement would have been decided long ago."

The guard was stunned for a moment, then instinctively took a few steps forward, his tone somewhat nervous and anxious: "Your Highness the Crown Prince means... that His Majesty and the Queen have another candidate for the position of Crown Princess?"

Shen Yun didn't answer directly. He just shook his head lightly and turned to look at the moonlight outside the window: "Being born into the royal family means that I have no choice. How can my marriage be free? Everything should be considered first. So Yufeng, you must be careful with your words and actions in the future, understand?"

Shen Yun was destined not to be the prince who chose freely. Every decision he made affected the future of the entire royal family.

So even though his words were light, they were like a heavy stone hitting the air, leaving behind a depressing silence.

After a while, Yufeng knelt down hurriedly: "I spoke too much, please forgive me, Your Highness."

"It's okay, get up. We should go back."

Jiang Yingxue and his group returned to Xianyun Sect with the help of a magic circle.

That night, Jiang Yingxue tossed and turned in bed, her eyelids gradually became heavy, and finally she closed her eyes.

Her breathing began to steady as she fell asleep. However, just as she was about to fall asleep, the bracelet on her wrist suddenly emitted a faint light.

Jiang Yingxue's fingers trembled slightly, her consciousness gradually blurring in this sudden vision, as if she were being gently drawn into another dimension. Then came an icy breath, and she felt as if she were surrounded by a gust of cold wind. The temperature around her suddenly dropped. When she suddenly opened her eyes, she found herself in a world of white.