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Jennifer smiled, seemingly anticipating Countess Fiaana's response, or rather, how any self-righteous noblewoman would react.

It was simply that the offered benefits weren't sufficient; Jennifer was acutely aware of how pragmatic the nobility could be.

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Given enough incentive, betraying one's husband would be a trivial matter, let alone a mere dalliance.

“Your Ladyship, you misunderstand. His Highness isn't asking you to sacrifice your dignity; it's a mutually beneficial arrangement. You're aware of how crucial the enhancement of power is in this world. Besides, the foundation for affection between you and His Highness isn't nonexistent, is it?”

Jennifer's words struck Countess Fiaana's heart like sharp arrows.

Countess Fiaana blushed even more, wondering how Jennifer knew about her secret feelings for Soren. She bit her lip, lost in thought.

Jennifer, seeing her reaction, knew her words had taken effect. She continued, “Your Ladyship, please consider it further. It's a rare opportunity for you, and equally important for His Highness.”

Countess Fiaana looked up at Jennifer and slowly nodded.

“I will give it careful consideration, Madam Jennifer. Thank you for informing me of this tonight.”

Jennifer stood up, knowing she had achieved part of her goal. “Then I shall not disturb your rest, Your Ladyship. I hope you make the right decision.” With that, she headed towards the door.

Countess Fiaana watched Jennifer's departing figure, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Once again, she found herself at a crossroads, torn between morality and dignity on one side, and the allure of enhanced power and suppressed feelings on the other.

After Jennifer left, Countess Fiaana sat alone on the bed, unable to calm down for a long time. Jennifer's words echoed in her mind: the enhancement of power, a win-win situation, and the hidden feelings for Soren.

That night, Countess Fiaana barely slept.

Gazing at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, she finally made up her mind.

She knew this decision might change her life, might subject her to the world's criticism, but the temptation of breaking through to the eighth rank and the unspeakable feelings for Soren ultimately overcame her inner moral struggle.

During the day, Countess Fiaana dressed meticulously, putting on a long dress that best showed off her figure. The dress was a deep purple, like a mysterious nebula in the night sky, and the neckline was inlaid with a circle of fine pearls, making her look even more noble.

She walked towards the prince's room with slightly heavy but firm steps.

Arriving outside the prince's room, the prince's guard was a little surprised to see her, but still respectfully let her in.

She walked straight to Soren's room, her heart beating faster with each step.

When she stood at the door of Soren's room, she took a deep breath and knocked gently. Soren's voice came from inside: "Come in."

When Soren saw Countess Fiaana, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Countess Fiaana said first: "Your Highness, I have made up my mind. I am willing to accept your proposal." Her voice trembled slightly, but her eyes showed firmness.

Soren was stunned at first, then a smile appeared on his face. He stepped forward and gently put his arm around Countess Fiaana's waist.

Fiaana didn't expect Soren to want to do that so early in the morning.

“Your Highness, we still have military affairs to deal with!” Soren said with a smile: “In the future, you can just call me Soren, or darling.”

When things came to a head, Countess Fiaana also showed her decisive side. Seeing that it was already a fait accompli, she took the initiative to hug Soren's neck.

The entire morning became a time for Soren and Countess Fiaana to communicate their feelings, and it didn't end until the violently shaking bed legs broke.

When everything returned to calm, Countess Fiaana's face flushed, and she looked at Soren with some shyness.

Soren gently stroked her hair, his eyes full of doting.

“Looks like we need to change to a sturdier bed.” Soren joked, trying to ease the somewhat ambiguous and awkward atmosphere.

Fiaana lightly hammered Soren's chest and said reproachfully: "It's all your fault."

“Who told you to be so tempting, I really couldn’t control myself.”

After Soren finished speaking, he started nibbling on Fiaana again. Fiaana smiled charmingly and hugged Soren's head, her eyes full of enjoyment and satisfaction.

This time of intimacy allowed Countess Fiaana to successfully break through to the eighth rank, and Soren's cultivation also improved to the middle stage of the seventh rank.

“This is impossible!” Countess Fiaana was also shocked when she felt the improvement in her cultivation.

Soren simply gave her the dual cultivation breathing technique and told her about the convenience of the dual cultivation breathing technique, and Countess Fiaana's eyes lit up.

“Soren, I will take good care of you from now on.”

Faced with Countess Fiaana's confident statement, Soren couldn't help but laugh.

On the first night, he took care of Countess Fiaana so he wasn't so ruthless. As time goes by, she will beg for mercy from him like Jennifer.

“I’m looking forward to it, my lady.”

Countess Fiaana gently pinched Soren's handsome face. She was considered an old cow eating young grass.

“My beloved little husband.”

From then on, the relationship between the two underwent a qualitative change.

When dealing with military affairs, there was more tacit understanding between them.

Countess Fiaana was no longer as restrained as before. She would boldly put forward her own ideas, and Soren would always listen carefully and give high importance to them.

Their relationship also aroused some envy.

Although the servants in the castle did not dare to discuss it openly, they would secretly exchange gossiping glances in private.

Some of the generals in the army have become more respectful towards Fiaana. They know that Fiaana's close relationship with Soren may bring her more power and influence;

Others expressed disdain for this relationship, believing that this was the Countess's way of climbing to power.

But Soren and Fiaana didn't care about these gossips.

These good days did not last long, only because Empress Maria Sias personally led the Imperial Mage Corps and a large amount of supplies to Fulja City.

The arrival of Empress Maria Sias was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, setting off layers of waves in the Northwest.

Upon hearing the news, Soren rushed back to Fulja City as soon as possible.

He knew what the arrival of Empress Maria Sias meant. At this time, he had to deal with it with the utmost caution.

When returning, he didn't even bring Jennifer, for fear that Empress Maria Sias would be jealous.