Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

Xue Qinghe was reviewing documents when she heard this and her brush suddenly stopped. She froze, Yue Qingge's face appearing before her eyes. The romantic encounter in the "recognizing a mother" realm that day made her breath catch in her throat. ① She lowered her voice, her voice urgent: "I'll go fetch him myself." The maid behind her had never seen her mistress so distraught. She paused slightly, then lowered her head and quietly followed.

Xue Qinghe's pace quickened, her long legs crossing frequently, and the anticipation in her eyes grew increasingly intense.

Stepping out of the palace, she immediately spotted Yue Qingge and Princess Xue Ke standing side by side. The two were very close; Xue Ke was looking up and saying something, while Yue Qingge listened with her head down, a smile playing on her lips.

Xue Qinghe paused, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, and stopped a few steps away.

"So it's Brother Yue, who's ranked number one on the Prodigy List,"

She spoke slowly, all the eagerness in her eyes vanishing, replaced by an indifferent expression, "What business do you have with me, the Crown Prince?"

Qingge saw the change in her expression in an instant and couldn't help but laugh and scold in her heart: You're just pretending. Just wait and see how I deal with you.

His expression remained perfectly respectful as he gave a slight bow: "Your Highness, won't you invite me in for a seat?"

Xueke seized the opportunity to lean in: "Big brother, I want to go in too!"

Xue Qinghe glanced down at her and said in a light tone, "Fourth sister, go back and rest. You must be tired after a day of classes." He paused, then turned his gaze to Yue Qingge, a faint smile appearing on his lips. "As for Brother Yue, come with me."

Xueke stood there dejectedly, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes.

As Yue Qingge passed by her, she casually patted her shoulder, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Thank you, Princess Xue Ke. I'll treat you to dinner another day." Xue Ke pursed her lips and nodded, "Then... I won't bother Brother Xue any longer." She turned and took a few steps, then couldn't help but look back. Yue Qingge had already quickly caught up with Xue Qinghe, and just as she was about to get within half a meter of her, the maid suddenly made a move, blocking her way with a sharp gesture: "I'm sorry, Your Highness doesn't like others getting close."

Yue Qingge wasn't annoyed; she just looked at Xue Qinghe with a smile.

Xue Qinghe reached out, grasped the maid's wrist, and pressed her arm down. She looked at the maid, her thin lips moved slightly, but no sound came out; her mouth clearly formed the words: He is different.

The maid paused for a moment, then silently took a half step back.

Yue Qingge took in this scene: "Your Highness's maid is very professional."

The two passed through the outer hall and several corridors, heading towards the deepest part of the hall. Xue Qinghe walked in front, her pace unhurried but a little faster than usual. Yue Qingge followed behind her, her gaze falling on Xue Qinghe's slightly tense shoulders. A slight smile played on her lips as she passed through the last door. Suddenly, she turned her head, a strange look flashing in her eyes, but her tone was light and airy: "Brother Yue, if you like it, I can give it to you."

She paused, her eyes sparkling, "She's still a flawless woman." The maid following behind stiffened upon hearing this, lowering her head even further. Yue Qingge spread her hands, her face full of helplessness: "Your Highness is joking, I'm not that kind of person."

Xue Qinghe scoffed lightly, said nothing more, turned around and pushed open the hidden wooden door at the deepest part.

The room was simply furnished, with a table, a few wooden chairs, and bare walls, not even a single painting. There wasn't even a teapot on the table.

The maid lowered her head and silently took out a tea set from her storage ring. She skillfully boiled water and brewed tea, but her fingertips trembled slightly.

Yue Qingge glanced at the maid, then looked at Xue Qinghe.

Chapter 129 Reunion with Qian Renxue

Xue Qinghe shook her head and smiled, "Go ahead, she's one of us. Otherwise, I wouldn't have offered to give her to you." She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and looked at Yue Qingge's face. "Don't worry." Yue Qingge's smile faded, and she tapped her index finger lightly on the table twice before slowly opening...

“I need the Clear Sky Sect to forge a blood feud with Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu. You also possess the Angelic Martial Soul, yet no one knows it. I need you to help me kill the Clear Sky Sect's new generation and frame the Spirit Hall.” Qian Renxue did not immediately respond.

Her gaze gradually darkened, and after a long while, the flippancy and mockery from before vanished from her eyes, leaving only a calm expression.

"Can."

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, "I'll listen to you." Yue Qingge raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by her quick agreement. Qian Renxue noticed his confusion: "Those two people have nothing to do with me." She picked up her teacup, then put it down, the bottom making a soft sound on the table. "I was born according to the angel's decree, so I have no feelings for them." She turned her head, her golden eyes slightly narrowed in the candlelight, then suddenly changed the subject: "However, what benefit would it bring you to make the Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall enemies?" Before Yue Qingge could answer, she paused, her eyelashes fluttering, then a knowing smile slowly curved her lips. "That's not right..."

She drew out the last syllable, her eyes gradually brightening as a certain thought slowly emerged from the mist: "You want to unify the Spirit Hall."

Yue Qingge smiled and clapped for her, "Great job, as expected of Qian Renxue." Qian Renxue ignored his compliment and asked directly, "Your plan is too hasty. Do you have a detailed contingency plan? What if they retaliate?" Yue Qingge leaned back, the chair creaking slightly, his expression one of confident nonchalance:

“They are still the number one sect in the world, and they value their reputation the most. Those people are all martial arts fanatics, hate evil as if it were their enemy, and have tempers that flare up at the slightest provocation.” He held up a finger and waved it in front of his eyes. “As long as we wipe out their new generation, they will naturally come to us demanding an explanation.” Qian Renxue stared at him for two seconds, seemingly trying to find a trace of hesitation on his face.

She slowly stood up, her robes trailing behind her, her fingertips lightly tracing the edge of the table. "Since that's the case," she said, slightly raising her chin.

"Then, shall we prepare for action?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and met Yue Qingge's gaze.

There was a mischievous look in those eyes that she knew all too well.

Her heart skipped a beat. "You...you...you, what do you want to do?"

She instinctively took a step back, her composure as a prince shattering in that instant.

However, the anticipated "claws" did not reach out.

All she saw was Yue Qingge turn her head away, furrow her brow, and even slightly purse her lips, as if she had seen something disgusting.

Qian Renxue was stunned.

Immediately, a surge of heat rushed from her neck to the top of her head; her disguise was still intact! She stood before him, wearing Xue Qinghe's face, and asked in a panic, "What do you want to do?"

Just imagining the scene made her want to disappear into the ground. "You...!" She bit her lip, feeling both ashamed and angry, her fingers trembling as she quickly ran them across her face.

In the mist, long golden hair cascaded down, revealing her perfect, ethereal face inch by inch.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like stars, her face was straight and elegant, and her lips were full. She looked like a goddess who had stepped out of a temple mural.

Her appearance was pure and aloof, yet the two red dots on her cheeks added a touch of human warmth.

Before she could even steady herself, an arm wrapped around her from behind and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Mmm--!" Yue Qingge's other hand cradled the back of her head, and without a word, she kissed her lips.

With a force that seemed to want to crush her, he gently pressed his tongue against hers and forced open her teeth.

Qian Renxue's mind exploded, and she instinctively pushed him away with both hands.

However, as Yue Qingge pushed him away, his resistance gradually weakened.

"Mmm...uh..."

She made a faint sound, whether a protest or something else, it was hard to tell. Her fingers changed from pushing to grabbing, clutching the fabric of his shirt. Yue Qingge's lips traced the shape of her mouth, savoring a long-awaited delicacy.

Then he stepped back slightly, his lips hovering half an inch in front of hers, their breaths mingling, hot and scalding.

Qian Renxue opened her eyes, which were wet, with a thin layer of water glistening in her golden pupils.

Before she could even react, she felt a chill on her side; his fingers had somehow slipped inside the seam of her clothes.

His fingertips brushed against her snow-white skin, applying slight pressure to hook the edge of her undergarment. "No..."

She grabbed his hand suddenly, her voice trembling, "Not here... go... go to my bedchamber..."

The maid standing to the side was already dumbfounded.

She froze on the spot, her eyes wide open, her expression shifting from shock to daze to blushing in just a few breaths.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty...

The maid's voice was forced out through clenched teeth, "I...I won't disturb you anymore..."

She turned and headed outside, her steps unsteady, and she almost tripped over the threshold.

"stop."

Qian Renxue's hoarse voice came from behind, carrying an undeniable authority. The maid froze on the spot, slowly turning around, her eyes already red, looking as if she was about to cry at any moment. "Give it to him first..."

Qian Renxue's voice paused and then sounded somewhat deflated, "...Give me a good 'lubrication'."① The maid looked up incredulously, glancing at Qian Renxue and then at Yue Qingge. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a sound.

Looking at Qian Renxue's tear-streaked face, Yue Qingge reached out and put her arm around Qian Renxue's slender waist, pulling her closer to her. Then she waved to the maid and said, "You can go back now. Don't worry about her."

Qian Renxue raised her head in his arms, her golden eyes glaring at him, her lips slightly pouting: "Aren't you slapping me in the face?"

The maid didn't move, her gaze shifting from Yue Qingge to Qian Renxue's face, carrying a silent plea.

Qian Renxue, annoyed by her gaze, waved her hand, her tone reverting to its usual haughty indifference: "Go, go. From now on, his words are my words, understand?"

The servant felt as if he had been granted a pardon and practically burst out of the door, his footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

The room fell silent, with only the intermittent breathing of the two people remaining.

Qian Renxue looked up at him, her golden pupils reflecting his silhouette. She pursed her lips and asked the question that had been swirling in her mind: "Why don't you want it? Don't you like the gift I gave you?" Yue Qingge lowered his head, his forehead touching hers. "It's not that I don't like it."

Chapter 130 Teasing Your Beans

His thumb gently stroked her cheek.

"It's just that someone said 'wait for me,' and I've waited until now. Naturally, I should eat the most delicious food first."

Qian Renxue's eyelashes trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't speak again, but lowered her head, broke free from his embrace, and turned away.

"Let's go back to my bedroom first." Her voice returned to calm.

She moved quickly, her long golden hair swaying gently behind her. Yue Qingge followed behind her, her gaze fixed on what was behind her.

The moment Qian Renxue pushed open the door, a delicate fragrance wafted towards her.

The room was decorated in cool colors and was extremely simple in its furnishings, with no superfluous decorations except for the soft couch against the wall, which was relatively more luxurious than the others.

It was covered with thick plush blankets and quilts; just one look and you knew how comfortable it would be to lie on.

Qian Renxue did not turn around and walked straight to the center of the room.

She took a deep breath, slowly raised her hands, interlaced her fingers in front of her, and light spread from her palms like a thin veil, silently spreading throughout the room.

Finally, a pale yellow light enveloped the entire bedroom, isolating it from everything outside.

She turned around, and Yue Qingge was standing two steps behind her, staring at her quietly.

A cunning voice echoed in Yue Qingge's mind.

[When love runs deep, it becomes unwavering. Your mother, Qian Renxue, who is the same age as you, is right before you. Please give her an unforgettable experience.]

Yue Qingge's brow twitched, then he gently shook his head, brushing the voice from his mind.

He raised his hand to brush away the golden hair that had fallen across Qian Renxue's face, revealing her delicate ear, and his fingertips slowly slid from her temple to her chin.

He didn't rush to kiss her; every glance he gave her gently touched the most vulnerable string in her heart.

Qian Renxue's fingers curled slightly as she gripped the hem of her skirt, and she closed her eyes to feel Yue Qingge's gentle kiss.

Unlike the domineering kiss just now, this time it was very gentle, and the focus was more on the feelings of both parties, rather than venting emotions.

The moment their lips touched, she felt a tingling sensation spread throughout her body, and her knees went weak.

Qian Renxue's mind went blank. Yue Qingge pushed her back, "You, you be gentle." After her legs hit the edge of the soft couch, her body leaned back uncontrollably.

He leaned down, placing one hand behind her head and the other on her side, enveloping her completely beneath him.

Golden hair spread out on the plush carpet, Qian Renxue lay on her back, snow rabbits bobbed up and down, her eyes hazy.

She looked at him supporting her from above and instinctively tried to protect the snow rabbit, but her raised hand was intercepted by him in mid-air.

He threaded his fingers through hers, interlocked his fingers, and pressed her hands onto the brocade quilt above her head.

Qian Renxue struggled but couldn't break free. Yue Qingge lowered her head and pressed her lips to hers: "Don't move."

Qian Renxue went limp, her golden eyes misting over, unable to focus.

Yue Qingge's free fingers traced along her collar, unbuttoning the buttons one by one.

The clothes slipped from his fingertips, revealing a pure white undergarment underneath. The thin silk clung to the curves of his body, outlining his undulating silhouette.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and the thin undergarment could barely contain the surging emotions.

He gently hooked it.

The white foam silently slid down, lifting the final curtain.

The two lively snow rabbits inside leaped out instantly, trembling slightly as they broke free of their restraints. The two rosy tips rose and fell gently with her breath, like two cherries glistening with morning dew, delicate and alluring.

"you…"

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, delicate and gentle, "Don't look... Yue Qingge didn't listen to her."

His gaze fell there, then he lowered his head and touched the slightly trembling crimson spot on one side of his lips.

"Mmm~"

Qian Renxue's body arched suddenly, and a short, soft moan escaped from her lips.

Yue Qingge simply touched it with her lips, her tongue gently swirling around it. "You should know... how lustful you are..."

Her voice was broken and nasal.

"Back then... I shouldn't have played along with your nonsense. We'd only just met... and you already wanted to devour me..."

The moment she finished speaking, Yue Qingge suddenly raised her head, her body going limp inch by inch in his arms.

It begins to crumble from its hardest point, eventually turning into a pool of warm water that willingly seeps through his fingers.

Yue Qingge's expression turned strange as she listened to her sophistry: "If I remember correctly, it was Qian Renxue's mother who said that she would treat me to a full meal the next time we met."

His gaze fell on the fair snow rabbit in front of him, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was deep: "You won't go back on your word, will you?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's cheeks flushed instantly. She turned her head away, her voice muffled, "I was just... teasing you back then..."

"Oh-!" Yue Qingge drawled out her strange tone, her eyes widening with amusement. "Then let me tease your little bean as compensation."

Before he finished speaking, his large hand had already covered Qian Renxue's firm breasts. The moment their palms touched, Qian Renxue trembled slightly, but did not pull away. Her breasts were fair with a hint of pink, the areolas were very small, and they still carried the shyness unique to young girls. The tips of her nipples were pink and tender, and they even twitched slightly under Yue Qingge's gaze.