[Dugu Yan: Qian Renxue, is your mother dead or something? Is this how you treat your fellow group members?]
[Dugu Yan: When I was selling Immortal Herbs, you were the first person I thought of, and this is how you treat me?]
[Dugu Yan: You're so heartless. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?]
[Dugu Yan: You even dared to stab me in the back at a time like that. You're shameless.]
[ Dugu Yan: You always seemed so proper, but I never imagined you'd be so calculating. You've certainly opened my eyes!]
Early in the morning, Dugu Yan's messages set the Chat Group ablaze. Her furious posts flooded the screen, leaving the other members utterly baffled.
What had happened to make Dugu Yan so angry? Angry enough to start cursing?
And what had Qian Renxue done to make her lose all composure and go after her like this?
Could it be that Dugu Yan had been cheated on, or that someone had stolen her man?
At Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong had only just gotten up. After washing up, she changed into her papal robes and was about to check the Chat Group.
She hadn't expected that the moment she opened it, she'd find Dugu Yan bombarding her daughter with messages—and even dragging her into the insults.
She was completely dumbfounded.
Still, she didn't immediately fire back. She hadn't yet figured out what had happened.
But it was clear Dugu Yan was furious—furious beyond measure.
After all, unless someone had been pushed to the absolute limit, they wouldn't abandon all dignity and curse someone out in the group.
Bibi Dong simply couldn't imagine what Xue'er had done to make Dugu Yan snap like this.
Had Xue'er sent people to strip every Immortal Herb from Dugu Bo's Herb Garden?
But she quickly shook her head. The Group Leader had said that group members weren't allowed to maliciously attack one another, and anyone who broke that rule would be kicked out. Xue'er wouldn't do something like that.
But if it wasn't about the Immortal Herbs, what could have happened to make Dugu Yan curse her out?
While Bibi Dong racked her brains, other members began asking what was going on.
[Ning Rongrong: ??? It's barely morning and you're already fighting!]
[Shui Bing'er: What happened?]
[Xiao Wu: Yeah, what happened to make you this angry, Dugu Yan?]
[Hu Liena: What did the Young Mistress do to make you lose it like this?]
Watching everyone ask one question after another only made Dugu Yan angrier than ever.
[Dugu Yan: Ask her what she did last night! Then you'll know why I'm so angry!]
[Dugu Yan: If any of you had been in my shoes last night, you'd want to kill her too!]
Dugu Yan's words only made everyone more curious about what had happened between them the night before to make her this furious.
Furious enough that any of them would want to kill the other woman, too?
[Ning Rongrong: @Qian Renxue, come out, come out! What did you do yesterday?]
[Shui Bing'er: @Qian Renxue, can you satisfy everyone's curiosity?]
[Hu Liena: @Qian Renxue, Young Mistress, Young Mistress, come out and tell us.]
[Dugu Yan: @Qian Renxue, don't play dead. I know you're here!]
[Bibi Dong: ...]
Meanwhile, at the Crown Prince's Mansion.
Before dawn, Qian Renxue returned to the mansion, her body weary and stuffed full of cream puffs, her steps a little uneven.
She had no choice. Her current identity was still the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire. Her schedule was packed every day, so she couldn't possibly stay in Wu Xing's dormitory.
Though she looked tired, the flush on her face and the faint upward curve of her lips showed she was in a very good mood.
After all, she really had gotten the first helping of sausage and milk. Naturally, she was happy.
She knew that, given Daddy—cough, she'd called him that all night yesterday, and it had started to feel natural—the Group Leader's status and standing, she definitely wouldn't be the only one. A scene of beauties vying for his attention was inevitable.
Even without considering the myriad worlds, more than five women in the Chat Group already had designs on Wu Xing. Her own mother might even be one of them.
That was why being the first mattered so much. She'd leave the deepest impression.
Only Qian Renxue, who understood the truth of the matter, would have cast aside her former cold and proud nature to be the first woman to drink the soup.
She'd even given it her all, until her voice was a little hoarse.
She took a sip of tea to soothe her throat, then sat by the window, recalling the Group Leader's attention and affection throughout the night. Before she knew it, a few more blushes rose to her cheeks.
She'd never enjoyed her mother's affection, not once in all her life. But she'd certainly felt plenty of Daddy's.
Mm, he was powerful and strong-armed, just like a father should be—and just as the books described, a sheltering harbor for his daughter.
As she sat there, lost in thought, a series of chimes suddenly rang out in her mind, interrupting her.
She opened the Chat Group, and the moment she went in, she saw Dugu Yan's barrage of curses. Her cheeks instantly burned, and she couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
It was only natural that Dugu Yan was angry. Qian Renxue could understand even if she cursed her out as harshly as she liked. Given what had happened, no woman could accept it.
If she'd been in Dugu Yan's place, she wouldn't have stopped at cursing. She'd have grabbed the Angel Holy Sword and gone straight for her.
Knowing she was in the wrong, Qian Renxue realized Dugu Yan couldn't go on like this, so she finally decided to give a little ground.
Of course, if she could do it all over again, she'd still do the same thing. The first place had to be hers. That was Qian Renxue's way.
[Qian Renxue: Dugu Yan, what's done is done. Nothing can change that. I really was in the wrong yesterday, and I went too far.]
[Qian Renxue: But I won't make a move for the next few days. He'll be all yours. How does that sound?]
[Qian Renxue: After all, you don't want everyone finding out what happened yesterday, do you?]
[Dugu Yan: You bastard!!! You wicked wench! I'm going to report you, I'm going to...]
Seeing Qian Renxue's message, Dugu Yan was so angry she wanted to unleash a torrent of abuse. But the next thing Qian Renxue said made her swallow her rage.
[Qian Renxue: So, do you agree or not? If you don't, I'll go over again tonight.]
[Dugu Yan: Ten days!]
[Qian Renxue: No way. Five days at most!]
[Dugu Yan: Not a chance. Eight days, or we both go down in flames. I'll make sure everyone sees what kind of person you are!]
[Qian Renxue: Fine. Have fun, then. Don't come begging me to go over later.]
[Dugu Yan: Hmph, as if. You think I'd beg you? I could jump off the Teaching Building, die in bed, get played until I'm broken, and I still wouldn't beg you!]
[The women: ???]
They'd started out furious, looking ready to tear into each other at the drop of a hat, but then the conversation had taken a complete one-eighty. The group members were all baffled.
What were you two talking about?
What was this about making a move or not?
And what did ten days or eight days mean?
And what was that about jumping off the Teaching Building, dying in bed, and getting played until she was broken?
So the two of you had made all that noise early in the morning, turning the group into a mess, only for this?
Meanwhile, the only person who understood the secret deal between the two was stretching with a refreshed look, washing up in the bathroom.
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