Qian Renxue Has a Breakdown, What a Pitiful Child!

"At the age of nine, you used the Angel Skull Bone to alter your appearance and infiltrated the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace."

"You assassinated the real Heaven Dou Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe, and took his place."

"Afterward, to solidify your position, you successively did away with the second and third princes, leaving only that seemingly useless playboy, Xue Beng, as a shield."

"Do you want me to continue?"

Gu Changge's tone was indifferent, as casual as if he were chatting about daily chores.

Yet, the words he spoke landed in the ears of Qian Renxue like a thunderclap.

Dead on!

He was absolutely right about everything!

He even knew exactly how old she was when she infiltrated, what methods she used, and even the causes of the princes' deaths!

This could no longer be explained by a mere intelligence leak.

It was as if—he had watched her do it with his own eyes!

"Who—who exactly are you?"

Qian Renxue's voice was dry. Her originally noble and divine aura collapsed instantly, leaving behind only endless terror.

This feeling was like being stripped bare, making her entire body turn cold.

"Gu Changge, Duke of Iris, Yanzi's child-bridegroom—call me whatever you like. But that isn't important."

Gu Changge shrugged: "What's important is, have you had enough of being an undercover agent?"

Qian Renxue froze on the spot.

At a time like this, was that really the question to ask?

As for Dugu Bo and the others.

After hearing the conversation between the two.

The hesitant expressions on their faces completely transformed into shock and disbelief.

Because Qian Renxue's question, "Who exactly are you?", had completely exposed the fact that she was the Heaven Dou Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe, whom they all knew!

But how the hell was this possible?

A young girl, disguising herself as Xue Qinghe since childhood without anyone discovering her?

This was simply too heaven-defying!

Everyone felt their heads buzzing.

But just at this moment, the voice of Ye Guanlan rang out.

"Sent out to be an undercover agent at nine years old!!!"

"Is that old bastard Qian Daoliu's brain filled with water?"

"What was he thinking? She's the only seedling left in the entire family, and he dares to pull something like this?"

"As a grandfather, is he afraid his own granddaughter won't get herself killed?"

As a man who doted on his daughter, Comrade Old Ye.

He found it impossible to understand how such a thing could happen.

Because the moment he imagined his own precious Lingling being sent out to do such things at nine years old.

He felt an urge to kill someone right then and there.

After all, what can a nine-year-old even do?

That's still the age when you're losing your baby teeth!

"Old Ye, you're not wrong about that!"

Mu Qingyu, moved by her husband's words, began to empathize: "What Qian Daoliu did, it really wasn't human!"

Her gaze toward Qian Renxue shifted into one of pity and compassion.

"Thrown into the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace at nine, having to live behind a mask every day, constantly on guard against being discovered, and even having to kill people with her own hands—"

Mu Qingyu said with deep pity: "This child, she is truly too pitiful."

Dugu Yan, currently hugging Gu Changge's arm, looked at Qian Renxue with sympathy: "When Lingling and I were nine, we were probably still pestering you, Changge, to tell us stories. But she actually had to live in a perilous environment, killing people and impersonating someone else!!"

"The most critical part is that she had to pretend to be a man."

Ye Lengleng added a final blow, her tone somber: "And she kept up the act for over a decade, unable to wear a dress or show her true face to the world. How did she even survive those days?"

The words of Mu Qingyu, Dugu Yan, and Ye Lengleng were like soft blades, stabbing into the heart of Qian Renxue.

There was no mockery.

It was all pity and sympathy.

Yet for Qian Renxue, this kind of sympathy was ten thousand times more unbearable than Gu Changge's exposure just moments ago.

She was the young mistress of the Martial Soul Hall!

She was a proud daughter of the heavens!

What she demanded was awe, fear, and submission!

It was absolutely not the pity of these people!

"Enough!"

Qian Renxue shrieked suddenly, her soul power surging violently, her golden hair dancing wildly.

"Who asked for your pity!"

"I am doing this for the great cause of the Martial Soul Hall!"

"It is for the noble ideal of unifying the continent!"

"You—what do you people know!"

Her eyes were filled with rage as she glared at Gu Changge and his group, as if trying to use anger to mask the panic and grievance in her heart.

"A great cause? An ideal?"

Gu Changge let out a scoff, mercilessly piercing through her facade: "Stop talking to yourself and trying to move yourself with your own words."

"Do you even know what a great cause or an ideal is?"

"What you have is simply a desperate lack of love."

Qian Renxue's roar came to an abrupt halt.

It was as if someone had grabbed her by the throat; she stood there, completely frozen: "You—what did you say?"

"You know exactly what I said!"

Gu Changge rolled his eyes and tossed aside the bone he had been chewing on: "You chose not to live a good life as the young mistress of the Martial Soul Hall and insisted on coming here to suffer through this."

"Do you think that by taking down the Heaven Dou Empire and achieving something earth-shattering, that woman will look at you even once more?"

"Do you think that by proving your capabilities, she will acknowledge you and treat you like a daughter?"

"Don't be stupid."

Gu Changge stood up, stretched, and looked directly at Qian Renxue, whose aura was now extremely unstable.

"In the eyes of Bibi Dong, none of this matters at all."

"She simply doesn't love you, and might even hate you!"

"No matter how much you do, no matter how hard you try, it is completely meaningless to her!"

"Do you understand?"

Boom—!!

It felt as if something had exploded inside Qian Renxue's mind.

Her figure, which had been standing on the treetop, fell uncontrollably.

Even after landing on the ground, she stumbled, her face as pale as paper.

Her lips trembled as she tried to retort, but she couldn't make a single sound.

Because these words were the forbidden zone deep within her heart—the thing she feared most and dared not touch.

For so many years.

She had worked desperately, disguised herself desperately, and tried desperately to achieve something great.

It was all to tell that woman: I am no worse than anyone else! I am qualified to be your daughter!

But now.

Gu Changge had ruthlessly torn away this fig leaf and slapped the bloody reality right onto her face.

"No—that's not it—"

Qian Renxue's voice trembled, laced with a hint of a sob: "She was just—just being a bit strict with me—"

"Strict?"

Mu Qingyu couldn't listen anymore and couldn't help but interject: "What kind of mother is so strict that she sends her nine-year-old daughter to her death? This is clearly using a borrowed knife to kill; she wanted you to die out there!"

"Exactly."

Dugu Yan also curled her lips: "My grandfather is fierce, but if anyone dared to make me go undercover at nine years old, he would fight them to the death, or even slaughter their entire family."

"I don't quite understand. Your Martial Soul Hall is so powerful, with so many Title Douluo; if you really wanted to plot against the Heaven Dou Empire, couldn't you just send a few elders to wash the Heaven Dou royal family in blood?"

Ye Lengling looked curious, but her words were sharp and hit the mark: "There was simply no reason for you, the young mistress, to personally step out and do something like this."