Rustle,
In the vast, deathly quiet Crown Prince Mansion, Snake Lance knelt silently on one knee, while Pufferfish watched from the shadows. At the center, Qian Renxue frowned as she carefully read through the documents in her hands.
The pages turned faster and faster, and Snake Lance's heart began to race.
He glanced up, barely perceptibly, then quickly lowered his eyes again.
As expected of mother and daughter. Even though the Young Master wished she could kill the current Pope with her own hands, her mannerisms had, without her realizing it, grown more and more like hers. She reclined lazily in her chair, propped her cheek on one hand, and swung her dangling foot.
Even the icy aura she was giving off now bore a striking resemblance to His Holiness the Pope.
Of course, as long as Snake Lance wasn't a fool, he wouldn't point that out.
Among the great unsolved mysteries of Spirit Hall were why the Young Master had an Angel Martial Soul, why she and the Pope were mother and daughter, and why their relationship was so hostile.
Snake Lance didn't dare ask what had happened between them, let alone find out.
The rustling of pages suddenly stopped.
Snake Lance's face went deathly pale. His heartbeat seemed to skip, and he bowed his head a little lower, silently bracing himself for the storm to come.
"Snake Lance, this is what you spent days putting together for me?"
Qian Renxue's voice was chilling. She crossed her legs and lifted the documents in her hand.
Pufferfish poked his head out from the corner and narrowed his eyes as he looked over. The fruits of his colleague's days of dragging his feet amounted to no more than a few dozen pages.
Once the useless information was removed, there might be