Qian Renxue: This Young Lady, Utterly Defeated?!

Qian Renxue sighed, crumpled the secret report in her hand into a ball, and unleashed a burst of soul power from her palm, instantly reducing the paper to ashes.

"Since he does not fear Bibi Dong, conventional threats and inducements will likely be ineffective against him."

"It seems the plan regarding this Qin Feng must change."

She stood up, walked to the window, and gazed in the direction of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.

If the hard approach won't work, then she would have to resort to the soft one.

Heaven Dou Royal Academy, female dormitory.

Although it was a dormitory, as members of the Imperial Fighting Team, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling possessed independent luxury suites.

The room was covered in thick Persian carpets, and the air was filled with the faint scent of incense.

Dugu Yan, having just finished bathing, was wrapped only in a white bath towel.

Her short, deep purple hair clung damply to her cheeks, and water droplets slid down her slender neck, tracing over her delicate collarbones before disappearing into the swell wrapped by the towel.

Her legs were long and straight, and due to years of cultivating a serpentine martial soul, they possessed an astonishing sense of suppleness.

Faint, scale-like patterns shimmered on her skin; rather than appearing hideous, they added a touch of exotic, wild beauty.

"Yanzi, the way you looked at Qin Feng in the office today was a bit off."

Ye Lingling sat on the soft couch opposite, holding a cup of flower tea, a teasing smile playing at the corners of her mouth beneath her black veil.

Dugu Yan's hand, which had been drying her hair, paused slightly, and a flicker of panic crossed her typically cold and elegant face.

"W-what? Don't talk nonsense, Lingling!"

"I was just shocked! Do you understand? Shocked!"

Dugu Yan forced a defense:

"Who would have thought that guy, who usually looks so unreliable, would actually slap Tianheng unconscious with one strike?"

Ye Lingling chuckled softly and set down her teacup.

"Is that so? Why do I feel like your heart was fluttering?"

"You—"

Dugu Yan, embarrassed and annoyed, grabbed a throw pillow, ready to hurl it at her.

Just then, a system notification rang out in both of their minds simultaneously.

The Diary Copy had updated.

The two exchanged a glance, stopped their playful scuffle with tacit understanding, and each summoned their Diary Copy to inspect it.

[The way Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling look at me seems to have changed; they must be stunned by me, especially Dugu Yan—she's practically dripping with desire.]

The moment she saw this line, Dugu Yan froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Immediately after, a searing heat spread from her neck across her entire body.

"Ah!!!"

Dugu Yan dove straight into her quilt, wrapping herself up like a silkworm.

"That bastard! What is he spouting!"

"What does he mean... what does he mean by 'dripping with desire'!"

This was too explicit, too shameful!

As the granddaughter of the Poison Douluo, when had she ever been described with such words?

Ye Lingling looked at the content in the diary, her cold eyes also tinged with shyness, though amusement prevailed.

"Yanzi, it seems Qin Feng is not only strong but also very keen in his observations."

"Ye Lingling! You're bullying me along with him!"

Dugu Yan poked her head out from the quilt, her face flushed red, her emerald eyes filled with shame and indignation.

If Qin Feng were in front of her now, she would definitely set her snakes on this foul-mouthed lecher!

However, as she forced herself to endure the shame and continue reading, the indignation in her eyes gradually solidified, eventually turning into shock.

[Dugu Yan is also pitiful; riddled with poison and suffering, she has never lived the life of a normal girl. It's too tragic—I should find a chance to help her resolve it.]

The room fell into a deathly silence.

The flush on Dugu Yan's face had not faded, but tears welled up in her eyes.

She stared blankly at the text in the diary, her heart feeling as if it were being tightly gripped by a giant hand, aching yet warm.

"How... how does he know?"

Dugu Yan's voice trembled slightly.

The poison in her body was the curse of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor martial soul, a fate the Dugu family could never escape for generations.

Outsiders only saw her boundless glory as the granddaughter of the Poison Douluo and her extraordinary strength at such a young age.

Yet who could know that on every rainy day, she had to endure a pain akin to ten thousand ants gnawing at her heart?

That poison rampaging through her meridians, the constant fear of sudden death, was like a sword hanging over her head, tormenting her for twenty whole years.

Even her grandfather, Dugu Bo, was helpless against it, forced to watch her suffer in agony.

But now, this Qin Feng, who was usually glib and even a bit lecherous, had pierced through the deepest pain in her heart with a single sentence.

He even claimed he could help her detoxify?

Was it truly possible?

Could he really do it?

Meanwhile.

The contents of the diary continued to manifest.

[It's a pity that wifey Xue'er didn't come!]

[She is currently the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire; even if I saw her, she would be in her male disguise. What a shame.]

[It was a mistake for wifey Qian Renxue to infiltrate Heaven Dou. Not only did it delay her cultivation, but she gained nothing. In the end, the Heaven Dou Palace Coup even failed!]

[Wifey Xue'er is just too upright. I don't know why she insists on these so-called fair duels with Little Scoundrel every single time, only to let him escape in the end.]

[Those are all just excuses from Little Scoundrel, it's infuriating!]

[Little Scoundrel needs to be ruthlessly crushed, crushed, and crushed!]

Qian Renxue's fingers tightened around the diary.

She had been analyzing Qin Feng's strength, but upon seeing these words, her composure shattered instantly.

He actually knew!

Not only did he know she was a woman, but even her greatest secret while infiltrating the Heaven Dou Empire—disguising herself as Crown Prince Xue Qinghe—had been laid bare by this Qin Feng.

"The Heaven Dou Palace Coup... failed?"

Qian Renxue stared at that line, her breathing becoming rapid.

For the sake of this plan, she had lurked in this hypocritical palace for so many years, living behind a mask every day, even stooping to call that mediocre old emperor "Father."

After sacrificing so much of her youth and effort, the diary claimed she would end up with nothing?

How could this be!

Qian Renxue stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth behind the large desk.

There was no one else in the bedchamber, so she let down some of her guarded defenses, her long golden hair cascading loosely over her shoulders.

Since she was reading intelligence reports before bed, she wore only a loose golden nightgown.

As she moved, the hem of her robe swayed, revealing glimpses of her breathtakingly snow-white legs.

Those legs were not only long but perfectly proportioned, her skin like the finest mutton-fat jade, glowing with a delicate luster under the candlelight.

Qian Renxue stepped barefoot on the dark wooden floor, the arches of her feet forming elegant curves, her toes round and adorable, tinged with a faint pink.

But there was no one to admire such a beautiful sight.

Qian Renxue's mind was entirely consumed by the contents of the diary.

"Although this Qin Feng is frivolous in his speech, calling me... that name, his previous predictions have all come true."

"Could it be that I will truly fail?"

She stopped in her tracks, her eyes turning sharp as she cast her gaze back onto the diary.

"And this 'Little Scoundrel,' who exactly is he?"

This was the first time Qian Renxue had heard the term.

According to Qin Feng, she would let this so-called "Little Scoundrel" escape multiple times in the future and suffer losses because of some ridiculous fair duel?