The sound of wind came suddenly, like a stream of air squeezed out of a crack in the wall.
Qian Renxue subconsciously put the brocade quilt on his lower abdomen, moving so quickly that he didn't look like a pregnant woman with limited mobility.
She put her hands on the quilt and glanced towards the direction where the wind was coming from.
"Now you have won Heaven Dou Empire."
"It's the critical moment."
"Why are you suddenly feeling sick and hiding behind closed doors?"
A noble and indifferent voice sounded in the room, instantly attracting Qian Renxue's attention.
Qian Renxue looked sideways.
There is a graceful figure in the room.
She wore a purple robe, a crown of Pope on her head, and the emblem of the Spirit Hall embroidered with gold thread on the corners of the robe.
In his hand, he also held a Pope's Scepter symbolizing Spirit Hall's supreme status. The gem inlaid on the top of the scepter glowed deeply under the light.
Her face is noble and graceful, and can match all the beautiful compliments in the world.
The facial features are so exquisite that they seem to have been carved by the gods themselves, and every line is just right.
It's just that her eyes are too cold.
It's as cold as two solid pieces of ice.
"I have my plan, so I won't bother you."
Qian Renxue slowly sat up and leaned on the bed.
She moved very slowly, holding the edge of the couch with one hand and protecting her belly with the other. She lowered her hand after sitting firmly.
The eyes she looked at Bibi Dong were equally cold.
Even though the woman opposite is her mother.
"Your plan?"
Bibi Dong's brows frowned slightly, and the scepter touched the ground lightly.
"Don't forget your identity!"
Her voice suddenly rose a little higher, with an undeniable sense of oppression.
"What you have to do is absolutely obey the orders of this Pope!"
The scepter was raised and hit the ground with a thud.
The sound was not loud, but it made the tea set on the table jump slightly.
"I'm a little tired and don't want to say too much."
Qian Renxue don't look too far, and have no desire to communicate with Bibi Dong.
Her eyes fell on the window paper, looking at the blurry palace lights outside.
"If there's nothing else, please leave."
"Do you think your wings have become stronger after winning Heaven Dou Empire?"
Bibi Dong's voice became colder, and the last few words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
Her fingers tightened on the scepter, and her knuckles turned slightly white.
"It seems that I need to let you know your status clearly!"
As he spoke, the top of the scepter in Bibi Dong's hand lit up, and a purple light bomb flew out, flying straight towards Qian Renxue's lower abdomen.
The light bomb was only about the size of a fist, its light was restrained, and it made almost no sound when flying.
The Soul Power it contains is not too strong, and the aiming position is not critical.
Obviously, Bibi Dong just wants to teach Qian Renxue a lesson and let her remember who is the master of the Spirit Hall.
But what Bibi Dong didn't expect was that Qian Renxue turned his back and took the blow with his back.
The purple light bullet hit her back with a muffled sound, her body swayed forward and she groaned.
Her hands were firmly protecting her belly, her fingers clenching the quilt, her knuckles turning white.
It was this strange action that made Bibi Dong feel a little more thoughtful.
She did not continue to attack, but released her mental power.
The mental power swept through, and Qian Renxue's physical condition had clearly fallen into Bibi Dong's mind.
Her perception penetrated the clothing and skin, reaching deep into Qian Renxue's lower abdomen.
There is a small, weak breath of life there, like a newly sprouted seed, curling up quietly in the warm palace.
"Are you pregnant?!"
Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face instantly turned cold.
Her eyes were fixed on Qian Renxue, her pupils were constricted, and her gaze was so sharp that it seemed as if she wanted to cut her open.
"Whose!"
Qian Renxue was silent for a moment.
"I guess this matter has nothing to do with you, right?"
Seeing that the pregnancy has been exposed, Qian Renxue no longer hides it.
She lifted the brocade quilt covering her body, revealing her round belly.
The curvature is particularly clear under the light, stretching the plain robe tightly, the navel is slightly raised, and even the folds of the fabric are flattened.
"Why doesn't it matter?!"
Bibi Dong's voice suddenly rose in pitch, and he changed his words when he reached his mouth.
"I am you... I am Spirit Hall Pope!"
"You are Young Master Spirit Hall!"
"Of course I, Pope, have the right to know about your pregnancy!"
Bibi Dong spoke forcefully, but the coldness in his eyes dissipated a bit.
Her eyes paused on Qian Renxue's lower abdomen for a moment, and then moved away again, as if she had been burned by something.
"I've never heard of the Spirit Hall having such a rule."
Qian Renxue's voice was calm, and no emotion could be heard.
"If you are here to challenge me today, the blow just now will be considered as punishment."
She raised her hand and wiped the corners of her mouth.
Although the blow just now was not heavy, the impact of the light bullet still caused some blood to ooze from her gums.
She wiped it with the back of her hand, leaving a faint red mark on the back of her hand.
"It's nothing, just leave."
Qian Renxue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression still cold.
Bibi Dong looked at her and moved her lips.
For a moment, her face looked like she was about to say something else.
That expression was extremely rare on Bibi Dong's face. The coldness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows seemed to have been melted by something, revealing something almost soft underneath.
But that expression only flashed by, so fast that it was almost invisible, and then it was covered back again by that layer of cold majesty.
"Okay."
"If I can't persuade you, then find someone else who can persuade you."
After that, Bibi Dong's figure disappeared in front of Qian Renxue.
Her departure was as abrupt as her arrival. There was no sound of footsteps or the sound of opening or closing the door. She just disappeared from the room in a flash.
Qian Renxue looked away and placed his palm on his lower abdomen again.
"Don't worry, baby, your existence is never a mistake."
"No matter what happens in the future, mom will always love you."
She murmured in a low voice, her eyes full of motherly love.
The hand gently rubbed circles on the lower abdomen, and the movement was so gentle that it seemed as if it was afraid of startling the little thing inside.
He didn't notice at all that a purple figure flashed outside the window.
Bibi Dong stood on the porch outside Imperial Study, with his back to the closed doors and windows.
The night wind blew from the end of the palace corridor, gently lifting the corners of her purple robe.
Pope Under the crown, that noble and graceful face no longer looked as cold as before.
Her brows were slightly frowned, her lips pursed into a straight line, and her eyes fell on the eaves of the palace wall in the distance, not knowing what she was looking at.
She stood for a long time.
It took so long that the candle in the palace lantern burned short.
The scene just now echoed repeatedly in Bibi Dong's mind.
Qian Renxue's movement of turning his back to protect his stomach was so fast that it seemed like an instinct.
She didn't even hesitate or weigh, her body moved before her consciousness.
That action made Bibi Dong feel something stabbed lightly in his heart. It wasn't heavy, but it pierced deeply.