The Secret Between the Desks: The Prince's Covetousness

As the bell rang, the noise in the classroom gradually subsided. Wen Zike's small body was huddled behind the desk in the last row, her figure mostly hidden by the tall stack of books. The light of her transformation had long since faded, and Clover lay quietly in her palm, her eyes gently closed, her chestnut curls falling over her shoulders. She looked no different from the exquisite dolls displayed in the store; anyone who saw her would only think she was an ordinary toy.

"Clover, clover, wake up!" Little Coco's voice was very low as she gently poked the doll's cheek with her fingertips, her eyes sparkling. "Shall we play house? I'll be the little princess, and you'll be the little fairy."

The doll in the palm remained motionless, only the four-leaf clover pattern on its skirt shimmered faintly in the sunlight streaming through the window. No one knew that this seemingly ordinary little fairy harbored countless unawakened powers within her; the veins of the four-leaf clover held secrets even ancient fairies might not know—secrets concerning luck and protection, dormant sources of magic.

In the third-to-last row, Wen Lianyao was engrossed in solving math problems, her pen scratching on the draft paper. Occasionally, she would glance up at the last row, see her younger sister obediently playing with her doll, and then lower her head again with peace of mind. On the other side of the classroom, Wang Mo and Chen Sisi's desks were huddled together, while Luo Li, Lan Kongque, and the other fairies huddled beside their owners' backpacks, chatting quietly under the cover of their books. Their bright eyes would occasionally scan the classroom, but no one noticed the commotion in the last row.

“That little fairy’s aura is very special.” The blue peacock’s voice was as light as a feather. “It’s not an ancient power, but it exudes a very pure vitality.”

Luo Li nodded, her gaze sweeping over Wen Zike's direction: "Her bond with Keke is very strong; it's a very warm contract."

Their conversation was drowned out by the classroom noise, and no one noticed that a silver figure stood quietly on the treetop outside the window. Prince Minsk's icy blue eyes were precisely locked onto the small figure in the last row, and the four-leaf clover doll in her palm.

His fingertips lightly traced the sapphire button on his sleeve, his eyes devoid of warmth, only a calculating glint in them. He had already investigated Wen Zike's background, knowing she was the youngest Ye Luoli warrior who had just formed a contract, and he also knew the secret hidden within the four-leaf clover fairy—enough to become his bargaining chip to achieve his goals. Utilizing this naive eight-year-old child was undoubtedly the most convenient method.

A breeze ruffled his silver hair, carrying the scent of a distant fairyland. He thought of his fiancée back home, of her standing on the castle terrace, gazing into the direction he had left. A cold smile curved his lips. His fiancée's waiting was merely an insignificant embellishment in his plans. Compared to that, the little girl before him and her four-leaf clover fairy were his most important "prey" right now.

“The secret of the four-leaf clover…” Minsk murmured, his figure flashing in the sunlight, “Soon, it will be mine.”

Inside the classroom, Wen Zike was still enthusiastically braiding Muxu's hair, completely unaware that a pair of calculating eyes had already fixed on her. She was even less aware that the motionless little girl in her palm was about to stir up a storm she had never anticipated.