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Morning light streamed down from the dome.

Qian Renxue knelt on the spot, maintaining that posture for a very long time.

The dramatic changes within her body had ended, but her heart had not yet found peace.

More than twenty years of faith vanished in three breaths.

Instead, she experienced a power from a higher dimension that she had never felt before.

This power does not belong to the angels.

It belongs to the man in front of me.

Gu Fan shifted to a more comfortable position and leaned back on the bed.

Bibi Dong returned to his side, holding the bunch of grapes in her hands once more.

Seeing her daughter still kneeling there in a daze, Bibi Dong spoke softly.

"Xue'er, come here."

Qian Renxue slowly raised her head.

She looked at her mother's current appearance.

It lacks the authority of a pope and the cunning of a strategist.

Even the gloom and fatigue that had accumulated on his face over the years were swept away.

"Mother...don't you hate him?"

"He humiliated the Spirit Hall, injured all the elders, and destroyed the angel statue."

Bibi Dong put a grape back into the plate.

"hatred?"

She chuckled.

"Xue'er, do you know that before yesterday, the backlash from my twin martial souls almost killed me?"

Qian Renxue was a little skeptical.

"What?"

"After that old bastard Qian Xunji harmed me, my meridians have been deteriorating. For the past ten years or so, I've been in excruciating pain every night."

Bibi Dong's voice was calm, as if she were telling someone else's story.

"A single drop of the young master's immortal elixir healed all the hidden injuries that had tormented me for over a decade."

"Even the resentment brought by Rakshasa God's test has been purified."

"Tell me, how can I possibly hate this kind of kindness?"

Qian Renxue opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

She never knew that her mother had been enduring such pain.

Because Bibi Dong never says it.

In her presence, he always maintained that aloof and arrogant pope demeanor.

"and."

Bibi Dong glanced at Gu Fan, her gaze revealing a complex emotion that only adults possess.

"He's right. Your angel god is nothing but an ant at your feet, young master."

"What an ant promised you, and what a true celestial being bestowed upon you."

"You choose."

Qian Renxue fell silent.

Gu Fan listened to the conversation between the mother and daughter, then picked up a grape and started peeling it himself.

"Are you done talking?"

Gu Fan popped the grape into his mouth.

"Could you two, mother and daughter, find another place to reminisce? Your crying and sobbing in front of me is ruining my breakfast."

Bibi Dong quickly composed herself.

"Please forgive me, young master; it was Dong'er who spoke out of turn."

Qian Renxue clenched her fists.

She watched her mother's humble demeanor in front of a man her own brother, and a fire burned within her.

What exactly do you want?

"Fine, kill me if you want. I, Qian Renxue, will not kneel before anyone."

Gu Fan looked at her.

He thought the girl was quite interesting.

He said he wouldn't kneel, but his knees had been kneeling for almost half an incense stick's time.

"Why would I kill you? If I kill you, where am I supposed to find such a beautiful angel?"

Gu Fan got off the bed.

He walked up to Qian Renxue, squatted down, and looked her in the eye.

"Qian Renxue, I have a question for you."

"You've been playing the role of a man in the Heaven Dou Empire for over twenty years."

"Every day is filled with backstabbing and deceit."

Are you happy?

Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback.

No one has ever asked her this question.

Including the mother.

Has anyone ever cared whether you've eaten enough or slept well?

Gu Fan continued to ask.

"Is there someone who stays by your bedside when you're sick?"

"Is there anyone you can lean on and cry with when you're feeling wronged?"

Every question pierced Qian Renxue's already wounded heart.

She was sent to the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace when she was six years old.

For more than a decade, I have had no identity, no friends, and no one I can trust.

If you get sick, you have to bear it yourself.

If you get injured, you can heal yourself.

Feeling wronged, she bit the corner of the blanket and cried alone.

Because she is a saint.

A saint cannot have any weaknesses.

"Those things...have nothing to do with you..."

Qian Renxue turned her head away, not wanting Gu Fan to see her reddened eyes.

But her trembling voice betrayed her.

Gu Fan reached out and turned her face back towards him.

"From today onwards, we're connected."

"What the angels cannot give you, I will give you."

"What the Heavenly Dou Empire cannot give you, I will give you."

"You no longer need to pretend to be a crown prince, and you no longer need to bow down to anyone."

"If anyone dares to bully you, I'll wipe their country off the map for you."

Qian Renxue finally couldn't hold back her tears.

This was the first time in over twenty years that someone had told her, "You don't need to hold on anymore."

She lowered her head.

Tears fell drop by drop onto the soft carpet.

"You lied to me..."

"You're definitely lying to me... No one would treat me this well..."

Gu Fan did not answer.

He reached out and ruffled Qian Renxue's long golden hair.

Bibi Dong stood aside, watching this scene, her eyes glistening with tears.

Her biggest regret in life was not being able to give her daughter a normal childhood.

If you, young master, can make up for this debt.

She was willing to do it.

After a while.

Qian Renxue's crying gradually subsided.

She wiped away her tears with her sleeve and looked up at Gu Fan.

"I... I'm giving up being a saint."

"I don't want any divine position anymore."

Qian Renxue's voice was hoarse.

"But I have one condition."

"explain."

"You must always... always be like this."

Qian Renxue's gaze flickered.

"Don't lie to me."

Gu Fan couldn't help but laugh when he saw her stubborn yet soft-hearted appearance.

"make a deal."

He stood up and flipped his wrist.

A golden gift box appeared in my palm.

"But if you're staying here, you have to follow my rules."

"Change out of those tattered clothes."

Qian Renxue looked down at her black, tear-stained outfit that she had worn from the Heavenly Dou Empire.

She opened the gift box.

Inside was a maid's outfit made of silk.

The skirt was adorned with delicate white lace trim, paired with a pair of lambskin high heels with gold buckles and a thin lace choker.

"What is this?"

"Your work clothes."

Gu Fan's tone was matter-of-fact.

"Young master... this is too much..."

Qian Renxue looked up to protest, but met Gu Fan's phoenix eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

The meaning in his eyes was very clear.

Wear it or not, the choice is yours.

Qian Renxue pursed her lips.

She glanced sideways at the cheongsam her mother was wearing, which also featured very little fabric.

Bibi Dong returned an encouraging look.

That look probably meant: You'll get used to it.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes.

Holding the gift box, she turned and walked into the dressing room in the side hall.

Ten minutes later.

The locker room door opened.

Qian Renxue stood at the door, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her skirt.

The silk fabric accentuated her exquisite figure, making her exceptionally striking.

The lace choker around her long, fair neck added an indescribable sense of docility to her cool and pure face.

Her long, golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, blending seamlessly with the color of her dress.

From a lofty angel or saint to a little girl dressed as a maid standing before you with her head bowed, too ashamed to look at you.

This contrast is enough to send any straight man's blood pressure soaring to its limit.

Gu Fan nodded in satisfaction.

"That's what makes you charming."

Qian Renxue blushed and walked to the bedside, kneeling down like Bibi Dong.

His movements were extremely clumsy.

Bibi Dong knelt on the other side, a faint smile playing on her lips.

She picked up a cup of freshly brewed fairy tea from the tray and handed it to Qian Renxue.

"Xue'er, go and serve tea to the young master."

Qian Renxue took the teacup.

She took a deep breath and presented the teacup to Gu Fan with both hands.

"Young master... Xue'er offers you tea."

Gu Fan took the teacup and took a sip.

"It's too hot."

Qian Renxue quickly took the teacup back, blew on it, and handed it back.

"Try again, young master."

Gu Fan took another sip.

"This time it's alright."

His gaze swept back and forth between the left and right sides.

A mature and charming woman, dressed in a cheongsam, is kneeling on the left, skillfully peeling grapes.

A woman, pure and aloof, dressed as a maid, knelt on the right, obediently serving tea.

The Pope and the saint.

The two most powerful women in Douluo Continent.

They were kneeling on either side of his bed, vying to serve him tea and water.

Gu Fan raised his feet and placed them on the soft blanket at the foot of the bed.

"Dong'er, show your daughter how to massage her legs."

"Her posture was too stiff; she was obviously a beginner."

Bibi Dong hummed in agreement and looked at Qian Renxue.

"Xue'er, watch carefully."

She reached out and massaged Gu Fan's calves with just the right amount of pressure.

Qian Renxue stared at the ambiguous actions, her ears burning red.

She awkwardly reached out and tried to massage Gu Fan's other leg a few times.

The force fluctuated wildly, completely lacking any discernible pattern.

"Be gentle."

Gu Fan frowned.

"Take back your angelic strength; massaging your legs isn't like hammering iron."

Qian Renxue bit her lip, carefully reducing the pressure.

"Young master... Xue'er will learn."

There was a hint of almost imperceptible grievance in her voice.

But more than anything, it was an eagerness to be recognized that she herself was unaware of.

Bibi Dong's smile deepened as she looked at Xue'er's appearance.

She knows that feeling all too well.

Outside the palace.

Xiao Wu rubbed her eyes as she walked out of the side hall, letting out a big yawn.

She glanced in the direction of the palace.

"Why hasn't my dear brother come out for breakfast yet...?"

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind her, wearing an apron and holding a spatula in her hand.

"Let's go in and take a look."

The two pushed open the door to the bedchamber.

They stopped in their tracks upon seeing what was inside.

Xiao Wu opened her eyes wide.

"Wow, my dear brother got another gold one!"

"That woman is so pretty!"

Zhu Zhuqing remained silent for two seconds.

She looked down at the spatula in her hand.

Then he silently turned around and walked back to the kitchen.

"I'll go cook another bowl of porridge."

Gu Fan watched as the two stunning beauties collapsed on the large bed, then slowly opened the system panel.

【Ding! 】

[System Notification: Congratulations, host, for successfully intercepting the Heavenly Saintess Qian Renxue!]

[Achievement unlocked: Morning at the Papal Palace!]

[Reward now being distributed: 10 Primordial Chaos Body Fragments! (Current progress 110/1000)]

Gu Fan watched the numbers jumping on the progress bar.

A lazy smile curved at the corners of her lips.

"I'm at level 110, and I'm still 890 away from the maximum level."

Gu Fan watched the numbers jumping on the progress bar.

A lazy smile curved at the corners of her lips.

"I'm at level 110, and I'm still 890 away from the maximum level."

"I still have a long way to go before I become invincible, Holy Son..."