Qian Renxue did not answer.
She stared directly into Bibi Dong's eyes, which were filled with hatred for her, without the slightest hesitation.
She remembered when she had still been a little girl many years ago. She had secretly gone outside the Pope's chambers in Spirit Hall, hoping to see her mother.
Qian Renxue had thought she might receive a smile, or at least a nod.
But Bibi Dong had merely frowned, turned, and left without saying a single word.
After that, Qian Renxue never went again.
Later, she disguised herself as Xue Qinghe and maneuvered between Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire for so many years. Every time she returned, she wanted to see her.
Bibi Dong was courteous to her and even admired her, but she had never looked at her the way a mother looked at her daughter.
All she had was admiration for the brilliance of her own plans.
"I told you," Bibi Dong suddenly spoke again. "None of you from the Qian Clan are any good. Your father was a beast, your grandfather was an accomplice, and you..."
She pointed at Qian Renxue, her finger trembling slightly. "Their blood runs through you. Do you think opposing me makes you a good person? You're only deceiving yourself."
Qian Renxue's pupils contracted slightly.
Ge Long watched the scene from afar, his brows tightly furrowed. He kept feeling that this woman in white looked familiar, yet he could not remember where he had seen her.
Qian Renxue was not wearing the imperial yellow robes, but Ge Long had spent half his life navigating officialdom and had his own way of judging people.
He turned to the deputy general beside him. "That lady..."
The deputy general froze. "Marshal, who do you mean?"
Ge Long shook his head and