You No Longer Deserve to Be Pope

At those words, Bibi Dong slammed a hand against the armrest. "Qian Renxue, how dare you! The person before you is not only the Pope, but your mother."

"Mother?" Qian Renxue repeated the word, but the smile in her eyes turned cold.

She looked Bibi Dong straight in the eye and spoke one word at a time. "Tell me, who lifted me from my swaddling clothes and threw me to the floor on the day I was born? Did the midwife stop you, or did you lose your nerve? When I was five and burned with fever for seven whole days, who said it would save food if I died? When I worked hard at my cultivation, you walked past me holding Hu Liena without sparing me a glance. For Hu Liena's birthday, you held a feast in the palace, and every elder of Spirit Hall attended. Do you know where I was?"

She paused. When she spoke again, her voice was quiet and cold.

"You say you're my mother. Then tell me this: if I died one day, would you shed a single tear? There's never been room in your heart for anyone but yourself and your precious Soul Hunting Plan."

Bibi Dong fell silent.

She wanted to argue, to say something, but she could not get a single word out.

Every word Qian Renxue had said was true. All the things Bibi Dong had deliberately avoided thinking about for eighteen years surfaced one by one.

"Xiao Xue," Qian Daoliu said gently.

Qian Renxue's shoulders stiffened slightly. After a moment, she took a deep breath, stepped back, and stood straight again. She turned to Qian Daoliu, her gaze softening, and gave a small nod without another word.

Golden Crocodile Douluo came to her side and patted her shoulder.

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