At night, the Crown Prince's Mansion.
Xue Qinghe sat at his desk and sighed.
He set down the documents in his hands, rose, and walked to the window with his hands clasped behind his back. Gazing at the bright full moon in the night sky, he lost himself in thought.
Without realizing it, he had shed his disguise, revealing a peerlessly beautiful face with a hint of heroic spirit.
At that moment, she was Qian Renxue.
"Young Master!"
After an unknown amount of time, a respectful voice came from behind, interrupting Xue Qinghe's thoughts.
"Uncle She, what did Grandfather say?" Qian Renxue didn't turn around. Her tone was somewhat dejected.
Snake Lance Douluo paused at her words, hesitating, but ultimately didn't hide the truth. "The Grand Pontiff said that His Holiness the Pope has nearly gained complete control of Spirit Hall. For now, Young Master, it would be best if you returned as little as possible!"
"Has Bibi Dong really reached that point?"
Qian Renxue's voice was somewhat dejected. In her heart, she also felt a trace of resentment and grievance toward her grandfather, Qian Daoliu.
The true reason for the situation now was still her grandfather's indulgence of Bibi Dong.
She truly couldn't understand why her grandfather was so lenient toward that woman.
She was clearly Spirit Hall's sole heir, yet because of Bibi Dong, she had been forced to leave Spirit Hall and spend all these years in hiding in the Heaven Dou Empire.
She had begun her cover at six years old. She had been impersonating Xue Qinghe for over ten years, and the time she'd spent as Spirit Hall's Young Master was far shorter than the time she'd spent as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.
Sometimes, even she could hardly tell whether she was Qian Renxue, Spirit