Qian Renxue's Heart Fluttered?! Qin Feng Teases the Crown Prince!

"Poor fashion sense?!"

Liu Erlong looked down at her outfit. She had chosen it with such care; how could it be poor?

"Bad taste?"

"Loving my cousin... that's true love! Do you even understand that, you little brat!"

Liu Erlong was absolutely livid, her fiery temper flaring up in an instant. Spirit power surged in her palms, nearly incinerating the diary.

"And he actually dares to call Gangzi a waste?"

She was about to explode, but then she saw the lines that followed.

Her movements came to a sudden, jarring halt.

"Theoretical debates... completely inferior to Qin Feng?"

Liu Erlong paused, stunned. It seemed that this was, in fact, the truth.

What shocked her even more was the content that followed.

"Plagiarism?! Stolen from Martial Soul Hall?"

Liu Erlong's eyes widened, as if she were seeing Yu Xiaogang for the first time.

She loved Yu Xiaogang, and that love was rooted largely in her admiration for his wisdom and talent.

She had always firmly believed that he was a genius misunderstood by the world.

But now, the diary stated in plain terms that those theories were all stolen?

"How is that possible..."

Liu Erlong wanted to refute it, but her mind involuntarily began to replay Yu Xiaogang's actions over the years.

Aside from that set of theories, did he really... have any notable achievements to speak of?

Furthermore, he had indeed spent a long time in Martial Soul Hall back then, and he was the former boyfriend of Pope Bibi Dong.

If he had obtained the information from Martial Soul Hall...

The logic actually held up perfectly!

"Yu Xiaogang... have you been lying to me this whole time?"

The pen tip glided across the page, leaving a trail of ink.

After finishing the entry about Liu Erlong, Qin Feng's desire to vent had not diminished; if anything, it intensified.

Since he had mentioned that waste Yu Xiaogang, it was only natural to bring up the other woman he had ruined.

The current Pope of Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong.

[Actually, compared to Liu Erlong, that foolish woman Bibi Dong is just as bad; it's like she's gone insane.]

[Back then, she was the exceptionally gifted Saintess of Martial Soul Hall with a limitless future and Twin Martial Souls. And what was the result?]

[She refused to be the high and mighty Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, insisting on dating a waste like Yu Xiaogang who couldn't even break through to level thirty. She even thought about abandoning the sect to elope with him—she was nothing but a clown!]

Qin Feng shook his head, a trace of mockery curling his lips.

[And what is that Yu Xiaogang?]

[An abandoned son of the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Family. Once he reached Martial Soul Hall, he used Bibi Dong's Saintess clearance to browse countless top-secret archives that only the Pope level could access.]

[And in the end? After stealing the theories of Martial Soul Hall and piecing together those so-called Ten Core Competitiveness Theories, he turned around, sold Bibi Dong out, and ran away.]

[If it were true love, how could he have retreated just because of a little threat from Qian Xunji?]

[To put it bluntly, he is a coward and a thief.]

[Yu Xiaogang is simply unworthy of Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong. I'll say it again: Gangzi, you can't handle them—let me do it!]

Pope Palace, bedchamber.

Bibi Dong's mood, which had finally settled, fluctuated once more upon seeing these lines.

She stared fixedly at the words "foolish woman" in the diary.

If anyone else had dared to call her that, they would have already been reduced to a puddle of pus and blood.

But as she read Qin Feng's subsequent analysis, the fingers Bibi Dong used to grip her scepter tightened slightly.

"A clown... am I?"

Bibi Dong whispered, her voice echoing through the empty hall.

Recalling her younger self, she had been willing to break ties with her teacher and sacrifice the honor of a Saintess for the sake of so-called love.

Back then, she truly had been like a fool whose mind was clouded.

Even when Yu Xiaogang left Martial Soul Hall with those theories and made a name for himself in the spirit master world, she had actually felt a sense of pride on his behalf.

Now that Qin Feng had so bluntly torn open her scars, Bibi Dong felt a burning, stinging pain on her face.

"Have I really been lobotomized by that waste?"

Bibi Dong's eyes flickered with a cold light.

In the past, she had always felt she owed Yu Xiaogang, believing that Martial Soul Hall had wronged him.

Looking at it now, Yu Xiaogang had lived off Martial Soul Hall, taking everything for free, only to walk away without a backward glance—how could he be a victim?

He was clearly a beneficiary through and through.

"Yu Xiaogang..."

Bibi Dong murmured the name, her tone devoid of its former attachment, leaving only a chilling, bone-deep coldness.

If she could settle the accounts of these past decades right in front of Yu Xiaogang, and take revenge for his exploitation of her, that would indeed be a wonderful thing.

As for Qin Feng's final words, "Let me handle it."

Bibi Dong let out a cold snort: "In your dreams."

At the academy.

Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu sat around a table, reading the descriptions of Yu Xiaogang in the diary, the look of disdain on their faces deepening.

"Truly disgusting."

Ning Rongrong curled her lips, her face full of contempt. "Using a woman's feelings to swindle information—this kind of man is the lowest of the low."

"And he played both sides," Zhu Zhuqing added coldly. "He swindled information from Bibi Dong, then came to swindle Liu Erlong's feelings and her academy."

Xiao Wu puffed out her cheeks in anger. "And to think I used to call him Grandmaster; it's an insult to the very word!"

The three exchanged glances, their assessment of Yu Xiaogang having plummeted to rock bottom.

On the other side, the pen in Qin Feng's hand did not stop.

Having finished writing about those wretched matters, his mood shifted quickly, and the figure he had seen today at Heaven Dou Royal Academy surfaced in his mind.

[However, going to Heaven Dou Royal Academy today did bring one happy thing.]

[That is, seeing my wife, Qian Renxue.]

[Although she is currently the Heaven Dou Empire Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, I saw through her disguise at a single glance.]

[It's a pity, though, that she is still in the guise of a man as Xue Qinghe.]

[To possess such a beautiful, dignified, and holy face, along with such a voluptuous and perfect figure, yet have to disguise herself as a man day after day for the sake of a so-called Nation-Stealing Plan.]

[It's such a waste, simply a squandering of heaven's gifts!]

[Every time I think about her having to live under that thick disguise, unable to wear beautiful dresses or show off her own beauty, my heart aches.]

[It's truly heartbreaking! I really want to hold my wife Xue'er in my arms and cherish her properly.]

Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Crown Prince Mansion.

The night was deep, but the Crown Prince's bedchamber was brightly lit.

Behind the screen, mist swirled.

Qian Renxue had just finished bathing, draped only in a loose golden silk robe, her damp blonde hair cascading loosely over her shoulders.

She stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet, holding that black diary in her hands.

She gripped the black diary tightly, her usually cold face now flushed with a rosy glow.

The feeling was strange.

It was as if someone had peered into the deepest secrets of her heart, bringing a sense of shame mixed with a thrill.

"Who is your wife..."

Qian Renxue bit her lip, looking at her peach-blossom-flushed reflection in the mirror, her eyes somewhat dazed.

For the past ten years, she had grown accustomed to being called "Your Highness," "Crown Prince," or even the cold "mission" from the mouth of Bibi Dong.

No one had ever addressed her with such direct, and perhaps even frivolous, words as Qin Feng.