Qian Renxue's Daughter, Lin Qianxue, the Twelve-Winged Angel!

Heaven Dou City

By the time Xue Qinghe pushed open the gates of the Crown Prince's Mansion, the sky was nearly dark.

He rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling that the Old Guys at court had been especially difficult to deal with today.

Every one of them had probed him with roundabout words, hiding barbs in every sentence.

"I'm exhausted."

He muttered under his breath and tugged at his tightly fastened collar.

The corridor was long and empty, his footsteps echoing with sharp clacks.

Right now, all he wanted was to shed this disguise and catch his breath properly.

The study was as it had always been, piled high with Official Documents.

He walked to the innermost bookshelf and pressed his hand against the spine of the Imperial Codex on the third shelf.

Click.

A Secret Door slid open a crack.

He had barely stepped inside—

"Mom!!!"

A little golden cannonball came charging at him, crashing solidly into his arms.

Xue Qinghe's entire body stiffened.

He looked down.

It was a little girl of about Six Years Old.

Her golden hair was tied into two little buns, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

She smiled like a sunflower.

But there was a problem.

First, her appearance had absolutely nothing to do with Xue Qinghe's face.

Second, Xue Qinghe was the crown prince. He was a man.

Third, this little girl was calling Crown Prince Xue Qinghe Mom.

"...Let go."

Xue Qinghe lowered his voice, trying to sound more imposing.

Yet his hand moved of its own accord, instinctively supporting the little girl's shoulders.

He was afraid she might fall.

"I won't!"

The little girl hugged him even tighter, rubbing her Small Face against his robes.

"Mom came back so late today. Qianxue waited until she was hungry."

Her voice was soft and carried a hint of grievance.

For some reason, the irritation in Xue Qinghe's heart faded a little.

He shut the Secret Door behind him, then swiftly pulled a silver ring from his robes.

Soul Power flowed into it.

The ring gave off a faint glow.

His body began to change.

His shoulders narrowed, his waist slimmed, and curves quietly appeared at his chest and Buttocks.

His facial contours softened, the sharp edges belonging to a young man gradually fading away.

Finally, a cascade of brilliant golden hair spilled over his shoulders like a Waterfall.

The disguise was gone.

Standing there was a golden-haired young woman.

Her features were exquisite, and beneath her cool temperament lay a trace of barely noticeable exhaustion.

This was her true appearance.

Qian Renxue, daughter of the Spirit Hall Pope and the Spirit Hall Young Master planted within the Heaven Dou Empire.

She lowered her head and looked at the little girl still clinging to her.

Her feelings were incredibly complicated.

This all had to start a few days ago.

That day, she had been cultivating in the Secret Chamber.

Just as her Soul Power reached a critical point, space suddenly rippled.

Then, this little girl appeared out of thin air.

The first word out of her mouth was, "Mom!"

Qian Renxue had nearly blasted her away on the spot, with a Soul Skill already gathered in her palm.

Her identity absolutely could not be exposed!

But the sudden sense of bloodline closeness that surged through her made her stop.

Even more absurdly, the little girl had immediately displayed her Martial Soul—the Twelve-Winged Angel!

Golden light blazed.

Holy and majestic.

It was purer and more powerful than Qian Renxue's Six-Winged Angel.

Qian Renxue had been completely dumbfounded.

She questioned the girl for half a day, though naturally she could not get much out of a Six Years Old child.

The little girl called herself Lin Qianxue. She said she came from the future and was Qian Renxue's daughter.

Absurd!

Utterly absurd!

Yet as if possessed, Qian Renxue had still kept her.

Over the past few days, that inexplicable sense of closeness had only grown stronger.

The little girl knew that she loved the Honey Cake from that shop on West Street in Heaven Dou City, and knew that she hated being disturbed while cultivating.

She even knew about the small birthmark near her shoulder blade.

Those details forced Qian Renxue to begin facing that unbelievable possibility.

"Mom?"

Lin Qianxue shook her hand.

"You're spacing out again~"

Qian Renxue came back to her senses and pulled her over to sit on the Daybed.

Candlelight flickered, illuminating their similarly golden hair.

At a glance, their brows and eyes really did look seventy or eighty percent alike.

"Qianxue."

Qian Renxue chose her words carefully.

"You said before... that you came from the future?"

"That's right!"

Lin Qianxue nodded vigorously, her little braids bobbing along.

"Future Mom is amazing! She's a God in the heavens, with golden wings behind her. With one wave of her hand, Divine Light descends."

Becoming a God?

Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat.

That was the goal she pursued, and the ultimate dream inherited by generations of Spirit Hall.

She pressed her lips together, feeling her cheeks grow a little hot.

That question... she still had to ask it!

"Then..."

She took a deep breath and lowered her voice even further.

"Who... is your Dad?"

She had finally said it!

Qian Renxue's ears reddened as she instinctively turned her face away.

This was so embarrassing~

She was the dignified Young Master of Spirit Hall, yet she was asking about who her future husband would be.

Besides, having a daughter meant getting married, and doing that, that shameless kind of thing!

Just thinking about it made her face burn.

Lin Qianxue's eyes lit up at once.

She sprang up from the Daybed.

"Is Mom finally going to find Dad?!"

"..."

Qian Renxue neither admitted nor denied it.

She merely wanted to understand more.

"That's wonderful!"

Lin Qianxue clapped her hands and spun in a circle, her golden Skirt Hem fluttering.

"If Dad finds out Mom is going to look for him herself, he'll be thrilled! He always says that Mom was the one who chased him first back then. I never believed him—"

"Who chased whom?!"

Qian Renxue whipped her head around.

"Ah..."

Lin Qianxue covered her mouth, her eyes darting about.

"Um... anyway, Dad's name is Lin Qing. Lin as in forest, Qing as in blue-green. Mom is Qian Renxue, and I'm Lin Qianxue. Doesn't that sound super nice?"

"Lin Qing..."

Qian Renxue repeated the name silently.

She was familiar with nearly every renowned young Soul Master on the continent.

But she had never heard of someone named Lin Qing.

Could he be a genius from the common world?

Or the secretly cultivated heir of some great clan?

Her future husband, Qian Renxue's future husband, could not possibly be mediocre, could he?

She had confidence in her own taste.

"What is your Dad's Martial Soul?" Qian Renxue pressed.

"It's a dragon!"

Lin Qianxue blurted out, her Small Face filled with pride.

"Dad's Martial Soul is super domineering! One punch can shatter mountains, one kick can Break a river, and when he glares, all the bad guys get so scared their legs go weak!"

A dragon?

Qian Renxue rapidly searched through her memories.

There were not many clans on the continent with dragons as their Martial Souls.

The strongest was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, but they were surnamed Yu, not Lin.

Could it be a mutated Martial Soul?

Or... some even more ancient bloodline?

"Mom~"

Lin Qianxue scooted closer, her small hands gripping Qian Renxue's knee.

"When are we going to find Dad? I miss him so much."

"No rush."

Qian Renxue tugged at the corner of her mouth and rubbed her hair.

"Mom still has a mission to complete."

Disguising herself as Xue Qinghe, infiltrating the Heaven Dou Empire, and ultimately taking control of this vast nation.

This was her trial, and also the mission she had to complete out of defiance.

Before then, she could not reveal her identity lightly.

Lin Qianxue's Small Face fell, her lips protruding enough to hang an oil bottle from them.

But she quickly perked up again and clenched her little fists.

"Then Mom has to finish her mission quickly! I want to see Dad sooner, and I want him to see my Twelve-Winged Angel too. Dad will definitely praise me for being awesome!"

Looking at her daughter's sparkling eyes, something hard within Qian Renxue quietly softened.

She gently hugged Lin Qianxue and said softly, "All right. Mom promises you."

Once the situation in Heaven Dou stabilized, she would investigate.

Just what kind of person that man called Lin Qing was.

Whether he was worthy of being Qian Renxue's husband, and worthy of being Qianxue's father.