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Her power erupted instantly, and light surged outwards like a tide, quickly surrounding the spy. A gust of wind followed, whipping up dust and scrolls from the secret chamber, completely engulfing the treacherous man in a dance of light and shadow.

"Everything you've been planning will come to naught!" Her voice echoed in the secret chamber like the beating of war drums, shaking all the dark forces. Then, Qu Muya swiftly unleashed a spell, reversing the spy's entire conspiracy and making him bear the consequences of his past crimes.

She was no longer the girl who was looked down upon and bullied, but a strong woman who could control her own destiny. She shone her light on Murong Jing, pulling him out of danger. Murong Jing's figure gradually appeared, his face filled with doubt and surprise, but when he saw Qu Muya, a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Muya, you're finally back!" he exclaimed, overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude.

Qu Muya smiled slightly, her eyes shining with determination, "This time, I will not let anyone hurt you again."

At this moment, the wheel of fate turns again, and Qu Muya and Murong Jing's future is no longer controlled by others, but is in their own hands.

Under a sky full of stars, two souls, intertwined by fate, are destined to begin a new chapter.

Night fell, the sky was pitch black, not a single ray of light could be seen, but the moon was visible. The bright moonlight shone on the ground, casting their shadows. They stood silently, neither speaking nor moving. Qu Muya looked at his profile, a deep sense of guilt welling up inside her.

"Prince Jing, I will avenge you." Her voice was calm, yet it contained boundless hatred, causing Murong Jing's heart to ache slightly.

He knew that his fate was already in Qu Muya's hands, and if he wanted to change it, he had to get her blessing.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, then lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "Thank you, Muya," he whispered, his voice so tender it could drown any girl.

Qu Muya's body stiffened abruptly; she hadn't expected Murong Jing to kiss her. She looked up and met Murong Jing's gaze, her cheeks flushing red. She quickly pushed him away, saying, "No..."

"You're not allowed to refuse me," Murong Jing said stubbornly, his voice domineering yet subtly gentle. Qu Muya's heart skipped a beat, feeling somewhat bewildered.

“I know you still have feelings for Murong Jing,” Murong Jing’s voice turned bitter, “but I’m willing to wait for you, to wait for you to slowly forget him. I only beg you not to leave me, even just to stay by your side.”

Qu Muya's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected Murong Jing to see through her thoughts. Her mind was in turmoil. She knew she loved Murong Jing, but he was the Crown Prince, and his future lay in the fate of the entire nation. She didn't want him to lose his throne because of her, nor did she want her existence to jeopardize Murong Jing's grand ambitions.

She didn't know what to do. She really wanted to agree to Murong Jing's request. However, she knew Murong Jing would never allow her to do so. He was proud, noble, and aloof, and she didn't want him to lose what was rightfully his because of her.

Murong Jing sighed as he looked at her conflicted expression. He knew perfectly well that if he were to marry her, her heart would never truly belong to him. He knew he didn't want to force her, but he was even more reluctant to lose her like this.

“Let’s remain friends!” Murong Jing’s voice suddenly turned melancholic. “I also hope you can give me another chance.”

Qu Muya was filled with guilt. She didn't know what to say, so she could only bury her sadness deep inside and silently listen to Murong Jing express his feelings for her.

Murong Jing approached her step by step, his eyes fixed on her. Qu Muya dared not meet his gaze, shifting her eyes to the side, where she saw the sorrow in his eyes.

"Muya, don't avoid my gaze. Tell me, do you not like me?" Murong Jing's voice suddenly became hoarse, his tone filled with deep disappointment.

No, it's not.

Qu Muya said urgently, knowing the seriousness of the problem, "I..."

"You only need to answer yes or no!" Murong Jing suddenly interrupted her, his gaze fixed on her eyes.

Qu Muya remained silent, and Murong Jing didn't press her. He simply held her tightly, pressing his face against her back. Qu Muya's body stiffened slightly, but she didn't dare to push him away.

His embrace was warm, and Qu Muya felt her heart pounding louder and louder. She was at a loss, unsure of what to do.

"Mu Ya, do you know how fortunate I am to have met you?" Murong Jing's voice suddenly turned mournful. "I don't care about your birth, nor your status; I only wish to have you. I'm willing to give everything for your happiness."

His words softened Qu Muya's heart. She remembered what Murong Jing had once said to her, and she couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

She didn't want to hurt anyone, especially a gentle man like Murong Jing.

"Your Highness, thank you," Qu Muya said with difficulty, her voice trembling slightly. She couldn't deceive him; she had no choice but to express her feelings.

Murong Jing's body stiffened for a moment, then he slowly released her, his gaze burning with sorrow: "You still won't forgive me?"

Qu Muya shook her head, unable to bear seeing him injured. "I've never blamed you."

Murong Jing's lips curled into a bitter smile. He knew this was a lie she was telling herself; she was still angry with him. "I know you're still angry about what I did to you. But you have to believe me."

Murong Jing's voice was soft, yet every word struck a chord deep within Qu Muya's heart. She looked at him; his expression was so sincere, it didn't seem like he was lying. A chord within her was touched, and she didn't know how to respond.

"Mu Ya, if we can truly be together, let me protect you!" Murong Jing's voice was soft, but his tone was resolute. "I will protect you and cherish you for the rest of my life."

"Your Highness, I..."

"Don't call me Prince Jing anymore," Murong Jing immediately interrupted her, his expression serious. "I only want to be ordinary friends with you."

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"Whether you like it or not, I just hope you can give me a chance to protect you." Murong Jing's voice carried a pleading tone.

"Prince Jing, I'm sorry."

"All I want is for you to stay by my side; nothing else matters. Muya, can you give me that chance?"