Stunning Beauty Beneath the Veil, Candor, and Playfulness

Flower Butterflies Dance, Warm Sun Gentle.

Within a manor on the outskirts of Heaven Dou City, Qian Renxue personally poured tea for Zhao Linchuan, her movements elegant and composed.

"Brother Zhao, this will be your residence from now on."

Zhao Linchuan glanced around the refined, exquisite Furnishings within the room before returning his gaze to the woman across from him. "Miss Qianqian, this manor is worth a fortune. Its standards are not those of a place ordinary people could live in."

"I wonder..."

"Brother Zhao has a keen eye." Qian Renxue smiled without concealing anything. "This was originally one of the Second Prince's private estates."

"After he... 'died young,' I used a few connections to buy it. I occasionally use it as a place to clear my mind."

"I see." Zhao Linchuan gently sipped the warm tea, set down his cup, and calmly looked at her face, half-concealed behind a Golden Veil.

"Then, Miss Qianqian, can you tell me your true identity now?"

"There is no one else here, so why do you always keep your face covered?"

"Could it be... you do not trust Zhao?"

At his words, Qian Renxue's hand holding the cup paused slightly.

She stared into Zhao Linchuan's profound eyes. After pondering for a moment, she finally Lifted her slender hand and slowly removed the veil.

In that instant, it seemed as though all the light around them converged upon her alone.

Golden Hair flowed like sunlight. Her skin was fairer than snow, and her features were so exquisite they resembled the finest creation of a divine craftsman. Especially those Purple Eyes: they held both a young girl's clarity and an innate nobility and majesty.

Her beauty carried a sacredness and brilliance so striking that none would dare profane it.

Zhao Linchuan quietly looked at her for two seconds. A knowing smile curled across his lips, and he naturally withdrew his gaze before praising her in an even tone:

"So Miss Qianqian possesses such Stunning Beauty. No wonder you always wear a veil."

"If someone with ill intentions saw you, trouble would inevitably follow."

For some reason, Qian Renxue asked as if possessed, "Am I... really that beautiful?"

"Flowers can dazzle the eye, and butterflies dance through the air. Zhao has seen quite a bit of the world," Zhao Linchuan said steadily. "But someone like you is indeed a first for me."

"Not entirely true, is it?" Qian Renxue's gaze burned with a hint of probing. "Brother Zhao's reaction is far too calm. It does not look like how one should react upon first seeing a peerless beauty."

Zhao Linchuan did not take the bait and instead said, "Superficial appearance is not something worth caring too much about."

"Miss Qianqian, let us return to the main matter."

Qian Renxue gave a soft snort, seemingly displeased by his evasion. She then straightened her back, her expression turning solemn with a trace of pride.

"Fine. Then listen carefully. Once I reveal my identity, do not be so shocked that you lose your composure."

Zhao Linchuan made a gesture of invitation, wholly unconcerned. "Please, go ahead."

A reserved, confident curve rose at Qian Renxue's lips as she declared each word clearly, "Listen well. I am the current Young Master of Spirit Hall, the possessor of the Six-Winged Angel Spirit—Qian. Ren. Xue!"

"Oh—so you are Spirit Hall's Young Master..." Zhao Linchuan appropriately revealed a measure of "surprise," drawing out his words.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue curiously pressed, "You have heard of me?"

Zhao Linchuan Shook Head without hesitation. "No."

Qian Renxue: "..."

She nearly failed to catch her breath and glared at him irritably.

Seeing how utterly unmoved Zhao Linchuan was, Qian Renxue decided to throw out a greater bargaining chip. She leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice.

"Brother Zhao, actually... I have another identity."

Zhao Linchuan cooperatively showed a curious expression. "I wonder what other noble identity Miss Qianqian... oh no, Young Master Qian Renxue of Spirit Hall, has?"

"Do you want to hear it?" Qian Renxue's tone carried a hint of coaxing temptation.

Zhao Linchuan also leaned a little closer, appearing interested. "I do."

A trace of cunning flashed through Qian Renxue's eyes, though her tone carried invisible pressure. "If I tell you, and you hear it, then Brother Zhao, there will be no turning back for you. You will be completely tied to my ship."

Zhao Linchuan spread his hands, his tone carrying a trace of Self-mockery. "Do I have any other choice now?"

"If I showed any intention of leaving now, I fear the two loyal servants outside your door would immediately have my blood splatter five paces away."

He paused, and his eyes sharpened. "Let me guess. Given that Old Bastard Gu Rong's temperament, the reason he did not dare act recklessly at Shili Pavilion earlier was that he was extremely wary of your attendants."

"The only people capable of making him so wary would be existences of the same level—Titled Douluo. And two of them, at that."

Seeing how clearly and logically he had analyzed the situation, the admiration in Qian Renxue's eyes deepened. "Brother Zhao, do you know what I admire most about you? This very calmness and insight."

"Stop right there!" Zhao Linchuan raised a hand to cut her off. "I say, you from Spirit Hall..."

"Just call me Xue'er."

"Fine, Xue'er." Zhao Linchuan readily went along with it, then lodged a protest. "Could you stop calling me 'Brother Zhao' all the time?"

"If we are talking about age, you are probably a little older than I am, aren't you?"

Qian Renxue tilted her head and casually combed a lock of Golden Hair resting before her chest with a slender finger. Her manner was natural, yet faintly willful. "I like it."

Zhao Linchuan's face was full of helplessness. "I cannot control what you like, but could you change how you address me?"

"Then what should I call you?"

"Just call me Lin Chuan."

"No." Qian Renxue immediately rejected it. "That form of address is too intimate."

Zhao Linchuan laughed. "You want me to call you 'Xue'er.' Is that not intimate?"

Qian Renxue seemed to have been cornered. She blinked, then broke into a triumphant smile. "Fine, then I will call you 'Lin Chuan' from now on."

"You are the one who told me to call you that~"

Watching her little smug expression, Zhao Linchuan's mouth twitched slightly. He decided not to dwell on the matter. "Xue'er, should you not tell me about that other mysterious identity now?"

"Your other identity is actually someone you know too. We see each other often." Qian Renxue sat up straight, her playful side rising again. "Lin Chuan, do you want to take a guess?"

"I do not want to guess. If you do not wish to tell me, then I will not ask." Zhao Linchuan made as if to stand.

"Hey, don't." Qian Renxue hurriedly stopped him, her voice unexpectedly taking on a touch of coquettishness that even she did not notice.

"I will give you a hint: I disguised myself as a man, someone of great power and status, beneath one person and above ten thousand."

"Take a guess!"

"Prince Xue Xing?"

"No."

"Prince Xue Beng?"

"Even less so. Everyone knows he is a useless playboy who cannot be propped up."

"Perhaps he is pretending?"

"Pretending?" Qian Renxue paused slightly, then Shook Head. "Impossible. Guess again. You are very close."

"Heaven Dou Emperor Xue Ye?"

"Did I not say 'beneath one person'?" Qian Renxue pressed a hand to her forehead.

"He must be beneath the empress sometimes, right?" Zhao Linchuan said something astonishing.

(Unless something unexpected happens, updates are daily at 12:01 a.m. If there is an issue, they will be posted before ten. If there is no update by ten, then I have skipped it.)