Sleeping in a Golden Nightgown!

Heaven Dou City was a picture of prosperity.

As the imperial capital of one of the two great empires, its liveliness was far beyond that of a rural place like Notting City.

The streets were wide and bustling with traffic, lined with shops on both sides, and the air was filled with a mixed scent of money and perfume.

"Tsk, this is a big city."

Inside an inconspicuous carriage, Su Yun lifted the curtain and looked at the scenery outside, letting out an unworldly sigh.

But the heavy money bag in his hand revealed his nouveau riche mentality at the moment.

Although Bibi Dong had told him to get lost, she was genuinely generous with money.

One million Gold Soul Coins.

This sum was enough for him to visit the best brothel in Heaven Dou City.

Ahem, no.

It was enough to buy a large mansion in the best location, hire a hundred or so thugs, and live a monotonous life of bullying the weak and oppressing the good.

"However, business comes first."

Su Yun put away the money bag and tidied his clothes.

His stated identity for this trip was an exchange student sent by the Spirit Hall, but in reality, he was here to be the strategist for the undercover Crown Prince.

Of course, according to Bibi Dong's secret order, he was also the captain of the "anti-wolf" squad.

"Qian Renxue..."

The image of the blonde older sister from the original work appeared in Su Yun's mind, and the corners of his mouth curved into a playful arc.

"I wonder if her chest-binding cloth is tight at this time?"

"Will it affect her development?"

With such extremely impolite concerns, the carriage slowly stopped in front of an elegant tea house.

Clear Wind Tea House.

This was the favorite haunt of the literati and scholars in Heaven Dou City, and also the stronghold used by Xue Qinghe (Qian Renxue) to maintain her persona of "courting talented people."

Su Yun jumped out of the carriage, fanned himself with a folding fan, and strode in with an arrogant gait.

Second floor, private room.

Someone was already waiting.

It was a young man in a moon-white casual outfit, with a jade-like face and an elegant demeanor, exuding an innate nobility in his every move.

He sat by the window, holding an ancient book, with the sunlight casting on his profile, creating a scene as beautiful as a painting.

The Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe.

Or rather, the young master of the Spirit Hall, Qian Renxue.

Hearing footsteps, Xue Qinghe put down his book and turned his head, revealing a gentle and jade-like smile:

"Brother Su Yun?"

"Hearing about you is not as good as meeting you. You are indeed a talented person."

His voice was clear and gentle, making one feel as if bathed in spring breeze.

If one didn't activate the True Sight, who could have imagined that beneath this skin was a woman of unparalleled beauty?

Su Yun looked at the man before him, who was flawless, and had to give a big thumbs up in his heart.

This acting, this makeup.

If it were in his previous life, he could have bought Oscar statuettes in bulk.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is too kind."

Su Yun cupped his hands, not being polite, and sat down opposite him with a swagger, pouring himself a cup of tea.

"Good tea."

He took a sip, but his eyes scanned Xue Qinghe back and forth like searchlights.

From his Adam's apple, to his shoulders, and then to his chest.

Xue Qinghe's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Why were this person's eyes so strange?

It wasn't like he was looking at a Crown Prince, but more like appraising a commodity for sale?

Or some kind of strange creature?

"What are you looking at, Brother Su?"

Xue Qinghe asked calmly, maintaining his smile.

"Oh, nothing."

Su Yun put down his teacup and said with a sincere expression:

"I just think Your Highness has such lovely skin—delicate, rosy, and glowing. It's even more tender than the rabbit I keep at home."

"I wonder what kind of skincare products Your Highness uses? Could you recommend some?"

"..."

The smile at the corner of Xue Qinghe's mouth stiffened for a fleeting moment.

Is he flirting with me?

Comparing me to a rabbit?

Suppressing the discomfort rising in her heart, she let out a dry laugh.

"Brother Su certainly knows how to joke. As a man, I am busy with state affairs all day; I have no time for such cosmetic trifles."

"Is that so?"

Su Yun leaned forward, drawing closer as his nostrils twitched slightly.

"But why do I smell a faint, milky scent on Your Highness?"

Boom!

Xue Qinghe's hand tightened around her teacup, her knuckles turning white.

A milky scent?!

Is this bastard a dog?!

She had specifically used Dragon Saliva Incense and Pine Wood Incense to scent her clothes to mask her natural fragrance, yet this man could still smell it?

"Brother Su, please conduct yourself with dignity."

Xue Qinghe's voice turned colder as she leaned back, putting some distance between them.

"This is Heaven Dou City, not Spirit City. Some jokes are not to be made."

Seeing that Qian Renxue was starting to lose her composure, Su Yun decided to quit while he was ahead.

"Haha, just a joke to liven up the atmosphere."

He sat back properly and pulled that familiar black notebook from his robes.

"Since I've met the person in question, I must record it."

"Your Highness doesn't mind if I write a few things down, do you?"

Xue Qinghe glanced at that pitch-black notebook, a flicker of contempt flashing in her eyes.

This is the "helper" Bibi Dong sent?

Frivolous, lecherous, and lacking in manners.

Aside from being good-looking, he is utterly useless.

"Feel free."

She said coldly, picking up her scroll again and ignoring Su Yun.

In her eyes, this man was nothing more than a spoiled brat here to pad his resume; she would find an excuse to dismiss him in a few days.

However.

The moment Su Yun put his pen to paper.

An identical black notebook appeared silently inside Xue Qinghe's Soul Tool.

It emitted a burning vibration that only she could feel.

Hm?

Xue Qinghe was stunned.

Subconsciously, she sent a wisp of spiritual power into her Soul Tool.

The next second, her pupils contracted to the size of pinpricks.

[Year X, Month X, Day X, Heaven Dou City, Clear Wind Tea House.]

[Finally met the legendary "Master of Disguise," Qian Renxue.]

[I have to say, this woman's disguise technique is actually quite something. The Adam's apple is real (likely simulated by a Soul Bone), and there are no flaws in her voice.]

[But!]

[A fake can never be real!]

[Even though she binds her chest so tightly, flattening those... ahem, turning them into a landing strip.]

[Does she not realize that this posture, deliberately hunching to hide her figure, only makes it more obvious?]

[And that sitting posture—though she tries hard to imitate a man's boldness, the subconscious habit of keeping her legs together still betrays her maiden heart.]

[Tsk tsk tsk, this is the classic case of "wearing a dragon robe but not looking like a crown prince."]

[You are a perfectly fine Young Master of Spirit Hall, the successor to the Angel God, yet you insist on coming here to play undercover.]

[What for?]

[The throne of the Heaven Dou Empire? What good is that thing?]

[Or is it better to imagine meeting Tang San in the future, and then having a melodramatic love-hate relationship?]

[Foolish woman.]

[Your twenty years of youth have been fed to the dogs.]

[When Tang San shatters your divine position later, you'll understand what it means to be a "simp who gets no good end."]

[But it's okay, since I'm here.]

[Your fate is no longer yours to decide.]

[Whether it's the throne, or your body... cough, or your future, I want it all!]

"Crack!"

The ancient book in Xue Qinghe's hand was crushed into powder by her.

Amidst the flying paper scraps, her face, originally as gentle as jade, was now ashen, her eyes like a wild beast ready to devour.

Chest binder?!

Flat chest?!

Simp?!

Every word was like a heavy hammer, smashing hard against her proud self-esteem.

What terrified her most was, how did he know she was Qian Renxue?!

How did he know she was disguised as a man?!

This was a top secret that even the Title Douluo of the two empires couldn't see through!

Besides her grandfather and that woman, no one knew!

Who exactly was this Su Yun?!

"Your Highness?"

Su Yun finished writing in his diary and looked up, innocently at the "Crown Prince" radiating killing intent before him.

"What's wrong? Is the book not good? Why did you tear it?"

"..."

Xue Qinghe took a deep breath, her chest, her flat chest, heaving violently.

She stared fixedly at Su Yun, forcibly suppressing the urge to kill him and silence him.

Reason told her that this diary was too bizarre.

Moreover, this person was sent by Bibi Dong; killing him would ruin the entire plan.

"It's nothing."

Xue Qinghe gritted her teeth and forced a smile that was uglier than crying:

"I just saw a disgusting passage."

"I couldn't help myself for a moment."

"Oh?"

Su Yun closed the diary, smiling meaningfully:

"A disgusting passage?"

"Is it a passage where someone is clearly a woman but insists on pretending to be a man, only to be seen through at a glance?"

Boom!

The chair beneath Xue Qinghe instantly turned to dust.

She stood up, looking down at Su Yun, golden light surging in her eyes, a sign that her Six-Winged Angel spirit was about to go berserk.

"Su Yun!"

"What exactly do you know?!"

It was time to lay their cards on the table.

No more pretense.

Su Yun looked at the girl before him, who had finally shed her disguise (though still in male attire), and a satisfied curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

That's more like it.

Everyone was busy, why pretend to be a big shot.

"I know a lot."

Su Yun stood up and walked step by step towards Xue Qinghe, until the distance between them was only a fist's length.

He could even feel the sacred soul power boiling within her due to her anger.

"For instance..."

Su Yun leaned toward her ear, speaking softly in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"I know that you were actually wearing a golden nightgown when you went to sleep that night."

"Am I right?"

"Miss Qian Renxue."