Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 620 Qian Renxue's Journey, Bibi Dong
Dai Chengfeng stood there, watching Ning Rongrong's hasty retreat, and chuckled softly.

He stood in the courtyard for a while longer, until night had completely fallen and the stars were gradually lighting up, before turning around and going back to his room.

Meanwhile, on the official road from Tiandou City to Wuhun City, a lavishly decorated carriage was traveling smoothly through the night.

The carriage was spacious and comfortable, with thick velvet carpets and candlesticks fixed on the table, the candlelight flickering gently in the glass lampshade.

Qian Renxue leaned back on the cushion, holding a book in her hand, but her gaze was fixed on the receding night view outside the window, clearly somewhat absent-minded.

She wore a simple white dress, her long golden hair was loosely tied up, with a few stray strands hanging down her neck, gleaming softly in the candlelight.

Having shed her disguise as the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire, she now possessed less of her majesty and more of the gentleness of a young girl.

"Young Master, we will arrive at Wuhun City in three days," came the respectful voice of a maid from outside the carriage.

"understood."

Qian Renxue responded, her gaze still fixed on the view outside the window.

Three days.

Thinking about this time, her heart started beating faster than usual.

I'll be back in Wuhun City soon, and soon I'll... see him.

The image of Dai Chengfeng appeared in my mind: that boy who always had a nonchalant smile, those eyes that seemed to see through everything, and the occasional profoundness he revealed that was beyond his years.

Qian Renxue's cheeks felt slightly warm.

She remembered the night before they parted, the words Dai Chengfeng whispered in her ear, and the promise she had made.

Perhaps it was an impulse at the time, or perhaps it was driven by emotion, but looking back now, she has no regrets.

But... I still feel shy.

She was the young master of the Spirit Hall, a proud daughter of heaven admired by all, and never imagined that she would one day have such a bond with a boy.

But feelings are irrational; by the time she realized it, that person had already occupied an important place in her heart.

"I wonder if he misses me..."

Qian Renxue murmured to herself, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the pages of the book.

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As night deepened, Wuhun City was bathed in moonlight.

After taking a bath, Dai Chengfeng changed into a loose white bathrobe and stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet.

He walked to the window and looked at the rising moonlight outside. The silvery light spilled into the courtyard, casting a hazy glow over everything.

He stood by the window for a while, then turned and walked out of the room, his figure silently disappearing into the night.

Bibi Dong's palace is located deep within the Papal Palace, one of the most heavily guarded places in the Spirit Hall.

But for Dai Chengfeng, every line of defense here was useless—not only because he was familiar with the place, but also because the guards had already been ordered to ignore his arrival.

After passing through a long corridor and around an exquisite courtyard, Dai Chengfeng arrived at the gate of the palace.

He didn't knock; he just pushed the door open and came in.

The palace was quiet, with only a few wall lamps casting a soft glow that made the large space feel hazy and warm.

A faint fragrance filled the air, a scent that Bibi Dong liked, elegant yet with a hint of coldness, just like her.

Dai Chengfeng glanced around; the palace was empty.

He wasn't surprised; at this time, Bibi Dong was usually still handling official business or cultivating in her cultivation room.

He walked straight to the large bed, lay down, and pulled the blanket over himself.

The blanket carried Bibi Dong's unique fragrance, faint yet omnipresent, enveloping him entirely.

Dai Chengfeng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and felt the fatigue of the whole day gradually dissipate.

He originally just wanted to lie down for a while and wait for Bibi Dong to return.

The bed was warm and soft, the scent familiar and comforting. Plus, I had spent so much time shopping with Ning Rongrong today, so I was quite tired. Before I knew it, my consciousness gradually blurred, and I drifted off to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the palace was gently pushed open.

Bibi Dong walked in, still wearing her papal robes, but she had removed the heavy papal crown, and her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

She looked slightly tired, clearly having just finished a day's work. She walked to the dressing table, sat down, and began to remove her earrings, necklace, and other jewelry.

Her stunning face was reflected in the mirror, but there was a lingering weariness between her brows.

After removing her jewelry, she got up and walked to the bedside, intending to change out of her papal robes and rest.

However, as soon as she sat down on the edge of the bed, she realized something was wrong.

There's someone in bed.

Bibi Dong's eyes sharpened, and she instantly went into a state of alert, her soul power quietly circulating within her body.

But the next second, when she saw the person on the bed, all her vigilance turned into helplessness and tenderness.

Dai Chengfeng lay on his side on the bed, fast asleep.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on his face and outlining his handsome features.

He slept soundly, his breathing even and deep, one hand resting on the pillow, the other casually placed at his side.

Bibi Dong looked at him quietly, the coldness in her eyes gradually melting away, replaced by a tenderness that even she herself was unaware of.

She sat down gently, careful not to wake him, and then began to untie her high heels.

Those were exquisite high heels, with slender heels that made her ankles appear even more delicate and graceful.

She carefully unfastened the clasp, took off her shoes, and stepped barefoot onto the carpet.

Just then, she felt a gaze fall upon her.

Bibi Dong turned her head and met Dai Chengfeng's open eyes.

He had woken up at some point and was quietly looking at her, his eyes still showing the confusion of someone just waking up, but it quickly cleared.

"Wake you up?"

Bibi Dong asked softly, her voice gentle beyond her own awareness.

Dai Chengfeng shook his head and sat up: "No, I wasn't really asleep anyway."

He looked at her, his gaze sliding from her face to her bare feet.

Bibi Dong's feet were beautiful, fair and delicate, with rounded toes, which stood out even more against the dark carpet.

Dai Chengfeng reached out and gently grasped her ankle.

Bibi Dong's body stiffened slightly, but she did not pull away.

His warm palms pressed against her slightly cool skin, creating a strange sensation.

"Tired?"

Dai Chengfeng asked, his fingers gently stroking her ankle.

"It's alright." Bibi Dong looked at Dai Chengfeng.

Dai Chengfeng nodded and gently pulled her feet closer together.

Bibi Dong swayed and almost fell into his arms, but quickly braced herself against the edge of the bed.

This posture made her look a little embarrassed, but Dai Chengfeng laughed even more heartily.

"Traitorous disciple."

Bibi Dong glared at him reproachfully, but there was no real anger in her eyes.

"Only for you."

As Dai Chengfeng spoke, he put his other arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Bibi Dong sat down on his lap, a close posture that brought a faint blush to her face.

She tried to stand up, but he held her tightly in his arms.

"Don't make trouble..."

She spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of helplessness and a hint of indulgence.

Dai Chengfeng didn't speak, he just looked down at her.

(End of this chapter)