"You intend to use charm techniques to erase the Empress's memory?"
Lin Qingluo's heart trembled, and she abruptly turned her head away, avoiding his gaze.
"Miss is clever. You guessed it right in one try."
Noble Lord's eyes danced as he chuckled lightly, "I enjoy talking with smart people."
Lin Qingluo sighed, "Charming techniques can confuse others, but they also harm your own foundation. Long-term use will deplete your vitality, leading to premature aging."
"I need Miss's Spirit Pills."
Noble Lord gently massaged his temples, as if feeling somewhat fatigued. His thoughts seemed disordered for a moment.
"Even with Spirit Pills replenishing your vitality, you cannot use them for an extended period."
Lin Qingluo bluntly pointed out the truth: "The loss of vitality shortens your lifespan. Judging by your current complexion, your foundation is already depleted. Recovery would be difficult."
"I'm not afraid of life and death. The only thing I care about is the Prince."