Villain: Fairy, please offer your loyalty

Heavenly Dou Empire.

The Crown Prince's sleeping quarters in the east wing of the palace were brightly lit.

A handsome young man with a refined and gentle demeanor was sitting at his desk.

The pen tip hovered in mid-air, not falling for a long time.

This is Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

Of course, this is just a thin layer.

Beneath that skin lies Qian Renxue, the biological daughter of Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, and an angelic saintess who has been hiding her identity and infiltrating the royal family of the Heaven Dou Empire for over twenty years.

She put down her brush and rubbed her aching temples.

The old ministers in the court argued all day again about allocating funds for the border region.

Qian Renxue had grown accustomed to this monotonous life of feigning friendship with a group of old foxes.

But it's okay.

Once one inherits the divine position of the angel god, all these petty, mundane matters will turn to dust.

She closed her eyes and began to circulate the Angel Technique.

Golden light flowed slowly through her body as she guided this power to cleanse her meridians, maintaining the delicate connection between herself and the angel god's legacy.

Then her brows furrowed.

The connection was trembling.

It wasn't a normal fluctuation during cultivation, but a tremor from the depths of one's origin.

Qian Renxue opened her eyes.

A hint of surprise flashed in those golden eyes hidden beneath the men's mask.

She stretched out her hand, and golden soul power condensed in her palm, transforming into a mirror as thin as a cicada's wing.

The image reflected in the mirror was blurry, with only a dense, almost solidified, purple-gold light enveloping the sky above Wuhun City.

The level of that energy was far beyond her comprehension.

Qian Renxue's heart sank.

Something has happened in Wuhun City.

Mother is there.

She didn't hesitate at all.

Qian Renxue stood up and quickly tore off her elaborate crown and robes.

The bronze mirror reflected a stunningly beautiful young woman's face, unmasked.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down from her crown, exuding an aloof and unapproachable aura.

She took out a set of black, fitted clothes that she had prepared beforehand from a hidden compartment and changed into them deftly.

The window was pushed open.

The night wind blew into the bedchamber, making the memorials on the table rustle.

Qian Renxue stood on the windowsill.

The six-winged angel martial spirit bloomed behind him, three pairs of pure white wings unfurled, and holy radiance illuminated half of the courtyard.

Several guards on night duty heard the commotion and ran over. When they looked up, they saw a figure radiating golden light burst out of the window and disappear into the night as a shooting star.

"Your Majesty... Your Highness?"

The guards looked at each other, their minds blank.

Qian Renxue disregarded the consequences of being exposed.

The strange changes in the Angel God's legacy filled her with unease.

That was her only support and faith in this life.

The angel's wings flapped with all their might, tearing through the air currents in their path.

Qian Renxue was so fast that she left a golden trail in the night sky.

The journey from the Heaven Dou Empire to Wuhun City normally takes three days and three nights.

She used less than four hours.

The darkest hour before dawn.

The outline of Wuhun City came into view.

Qian Renxue swooped down from the sky.

The first thing she saw was the dozen or so large pits of varying depths in the square outside the Papal Palace.

Her heart skipped a beat.

A thousand feet of snow fell on the dome of the Papal Palace.

The entire palace was unusually quiet.

The sentries who used to patrol have all disappeared.

Several servants responsible for cleaning saw her figure from afar, their faces showing fear, and they turned and ran.

Qian Renxue folded her wings and strode into the main hall of the Papal Palace.

No one is empty.

The purple cushion on the papal throne is still there, but the scepter is gone.

She passed through the main hall and followed a secret passage known only to core members, heading straight for the Pope's bedroom.

A faint, exotic fragrance, unlike anything she had ever smelled before, filled the corridor of the palace.

The aroma did not belong to any known spice in the Douluo Continent.

It was so pure that even her angelic martial soul felt an instinctive urge to submit.

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, forcibly suppressing the heat.

She walked to the heavy, purple-gold gate of the palace.

The door was ajar.

Voices could be heard coming from inside.

It was my mother's voice.

But the tone of that voice made the hairs on Qian Renxue's body stand on end.

gentle.

flirtatious.

It even carried a hint of ingratiation.

These three words had absolutely nothing to do with the cold and dignified pope mother she had known for over twenty years.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath.

He raised his right foot and kicked open the golden gate.

The heavy door slammed against the walls on both sides with a deafening crash.

The scene inside the palace was like a heavy hammer blow, pinning Qian Renxue to the spot.

On that huge carved rosewood bed.

A handsome, otherworldly young man with black hair was reclining on a brocade cushion.

He was wearing a casually tailored black shirt with the collar open, revealing his delicate collarbone.

Long, slender fingers rested lazily on the edge of the bed.

And her mother.

The most powerful woman in mainland China.

And her mother.

The most powerful woman in mainland China.

Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

At this moment, she was wearing a tight-fitting cheongsam with very little fabric, one that Qian Renxue had never seen before.

She knelt down beside the boy.

She held a bunch of crystal-clear purple grapes in her hands.

With those hands that usually held the power of life and death, she placed a peeled grape to the boy's lips.

The boy opened his mouth and put the grape in his mouth.

A gentle smile appeared on Bibi Dong's lips.

"Young master, is it sweet?"

Qian Renxue's mind went blank for a moment.

She felt there was something wrong with her eyes.

Or perhaps there's something wrong with the world.

"you……"

Qian Renxue's voice was squeezed out from between her teeth, trembling with disbelief.

"Mother, what are you doing!"

Bibi Dong turned her head away.

Upon seeing Qian Renxue, her expression briefly showed panic, but she quickly regained her composure.

No, it's not calm.

It was a kind of composure that Qian Renxue could not understand at all, a composure tinged with a bit of guilt yet also taken for granted.

"Xue'er, why are you back?"

Bibi Dong put down the grapes in her hand, her tone calm.

"I left you in the Heaven Dou Empire and did not summon you back."

Qian Renxue's lips trembled slightly.

Her gaze shifted from Bibi Dong's revealing cheongsam to the languid-looking young man on the bed.

"who is he."

Gu Fan then turned his head and looked with interest at the blonde girl at the door who was radiating anger.

The system panel pops up automatically in the corner of the field of view.

Name: Qian Renxue

[Identity: Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall / Successor to the Angelic Godhood / Disguised Identity: "Xue Qinghe"]

[Physique: Six-winged Angelic Body (Not Fully Awakened)]

[Appearance Rating: 97/100]

[Current Status: Enraged/Shaking Faith/Extreme Lack of Security]

[Number of charging cycles: 0]

Gu Fan smiled after looking at the panel.

"Oh, so this is your daughter."

Gu Fan turned his head and glanced at Bibi Dong.

"You didn't tell me your daughter was so beautiful."