Sleeping in a Golden Nightgown!

Heaven Dou City was a dazzling tapestry of prosperity.

As the imperial capital of one of the two great empires, it was far livelier than some backwater place like Notting City.

The streets were wide and crowded with carriages, shops lined both sides in neat rows, and the air was filled with a heady mix of money and perfume.

"Wow, so this is a big city."

Inside an inconspicuous carriage, Su Yun lifted the curtain and looked at the sights outside, letting out a wonderstruck sigh.

But the heavy money pouch in his hand gave away his current nouveau riche mindset.

Bibi Dong had told him to get lost, but she certainly hadn't skimped on the money.

A million Gold Soul Coins.

That much money was enough for him to afford the finest brothel in Heaven Dou City.

Ahem, no.

He could buy a mansion in the best part of town, hire a hundred or so bodyguards, and lead a dull life of bullying men and domineering over women.

"But business comes first."

Su Yun put away the money pouch and straightened his clothes.

On the surface, he had come as an exchange student sent by Spirit Hall. In reality, he was here to serve as an adviser to the undercover crown prince.

Of course, according to Bibi Dong's secret orders, he was also the captain of the Anti-Wolf Squad.

"Qian Renxue..."

The image of the blonde, mature beauty from the original story appeared in Su Yun's mind, and the corner of his mouth curled into a playful smile.

"I wonder how tight her chest wrap is right now?"

"Could it affect her development?"

With this profoundly impolite concern in mind, the carriage slowly stopped outside an elegant teahouse.

Clear Wind Tea House.

It was the favorite haunt of Heaven Dou City's scholars and refined gentlemen, as well as the base Xue Qinghe (Qian Renxue) used to maintain her image as a "virtuous and worthy ruler."

Su Yun hopped down from the carriage, waved his folding fan, and strode inside with an air of utter disregard for everyone around him.

Second floor, private room.

Someone was already waiting.

He was a young man dressed in pale moon-white casual clothes, with a face like polished jade and a refined air. Every gesture exuded a natural nobility.

He sat by the window, holding an ancient book in his hands. Sunlight fell across his profile, making the scene as lovely as a painting.

The crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, Xue Qinghe.

Or rather, Spirit Hall Young Master, Qian Renxue.

Hearing footsteps, Xue Qinghe set down the book and turned around, revealing a smile as gentle as jade.

"Brother Su Yun?"

"Seeing you in person is even better than hearing about you. You truly are a fine-looking young man."

His voice was clear and warm, like a spring breeze.

Without the True Eye, who could have guessed that beneath this skin was a woman of peerless beauty?

Looking at the flawless man before him, Su Yun couldn't help but write a huge "respect" in his heart.

That acting, that makeup artistry...

If she'd been around in his previous life, she could have handed out Oscars by the truckload.

"Your Highness is too kind."

Su Yun cupped his hands and, without ceremony, plopped down opposite him and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Excellent tea."

He took a sip, but his gaze swept over Xue Qinghe like a searchlight.

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

Xue Qinghe's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

Why was this man looking at him so strangely?

He wasn't looking at a crown prince. He looked more like someone inspecting a commodity before haggling over its price.

Or some kind of bizarre creature?

"What are you looking at, Brother Su?"

Xue Qinghe kept smiling and asked without changing expression.

"Oh, nothing."

Su Yun set down his teacup and said with an earnest expression,

"I just think Your Highness has wonderful skin—smooth, rosy, and radiant. Even softer than the rabbit I keep at home."

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

"..."

The smile on Xue Qinghe's lips stiffened for a moment.

Was he flirting with her?

Comparing her to a rabbit?

She suppressed her discomfort and gave a dry laugh.

"Brother Su, you do like to joke. As a man, I'm usually busy with state affairs. I hardly have time for such cosmetics."

"Is that so?"

Su Yun leaned forward, moving closer as his nostrils twitched faintly.

"Then why do I catch a faint milky scent coming from Your Highness?"

Boom!

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

A milky scent?!

Was this bastard a dog or something?!

To cover her natural scent, she had specially used Dragon Saliva Incense and Pine Wood Incense on her clothes, and he could still smell it?

"Brother Su, please show some respect."

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

"This is Heaven Dou City, not Spirit City. There are some jokes you shouldn't make."

Seeing that Qian Renxue was starting to crack, Su Yun knew when to stop.

"Haha, I was just joking to lighten the mood."

He sat back down and took the familiar Black Notebook from inside his clothes.

"Now that I've met the real deal, I have to write this down."

"Your Highness doesn't mind if I jot something down, do you?"

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

So this was the "helper" Bibi Dong had sent?

Flippant, lecherous, and ill-mannered.

Apart from being good-looking, he was utterly useless.

"Go ahead."

She spoke coolly, picked up her book again, and ignored Su Yun.

As far as she was concerned, he was just some frivolous young master here to pad his résumé. She could find an excuse to send him packing in a few days.

However.

The moment Su Yun put pen to paper,

an identical Black Notebook silently appeared inside Xue Qinghe's Soul Tool.

It began to vibrate with a scorching heat that only she could feel.

Hm?

Xue Qinghe froze.

She instinctively sent a thread of spiritual power into her Soul Tool.

In the next instant, her pupils contracted to pinpoints.

[X year, X month, X day, Heaven Dou City, Clear Wind Tea House.]

[I've finally met the legendary "Master of Disguise," Qian Renxue.]

[Her disguise really is something. Her Adam's apple is real (probably simulated with a Soul Bone), and her voice has no flaws either.]

[But!]

[You can't make a fake real!]

[Her chest wrap is so tight it's squeezed those... ahem, into a flat chest.]

[But she doesn't realize that hunching her shoulders on purpose to hide them only makes it more obvious, does she?]

[And her posture. She's doing her best to imitate a man's bold bearing, but that unconscious habit of keeping her legs together still gives away her girlish heart.]

[Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is a textbook case of "even wearing the emperor's robe won't make you look like the crown prince."]

[You're a perfectly good Spirit Hall Young Master and heir to the Angel God. Why come here to go undercover?]

[What for?]

[For the throne of the Heaven Dou Empire? What's the point of that thing?]

[Or are you hoping to meet Tang San someday and get swept up in some melodramatic, mutually destructive romance?]

[Silly girl.]

[You've wasted twenty years of your youth on a wild goose chase.]

[When Tang San shatters your divine throne one day, you'll understand what it means when they say, "A lapdog never gets a happy ending."]

[But it's all right. Now that I'm here,]

[your fate is no longer yours to decide.]

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

"Crack!"

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

Amid the drifting scraps of paper, her once-gentle face had turned ashen, and her eyes were those of a beast ready to tear someone apart.

Chest wrap?!

Flat chest?!

Lapdog?!

Every word struck her proud self-esteem like a heavy hammer.

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 closely guarded secret, one that even the Titled Douluo of the two great empires couldn't see through!

Other than her grandfather and that woman, nobody knew!

Who exactly was this Su Yun?!

"Your Highness?"

Su Yun finished writing and looked up at the murderous "crown prince" before him with an innocent expression.

"What's wrong? Was the book no good? Why did you tear it up?"

"..."

Xue Qinghe took a deep breath. Her chest—her flat chest—rose and fell violently.

She stared hard at Su Yun, forcing down the urge to kill him to silence him.

Reason told her that this diary was too bizarre.

Besides, he had been sent by Bibi Dong. If she killed him, the whole plan would be thrown into disarray.

"Nothing."

Xue Qinghe gritted her teeth and squeezed out a smile more painful than a grimace.

"I just happened to read a particularly revolting passage."

"I couldn't help myself."

"Oh?"

Su Yun closed the Black Notebook, his smile full of meaning.

"A revolting passage?"

"Was it about someone who's actually 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 crumbled into dust.

She rose to her feet and looked down at Su Yun, golden light surging in her eyes—the sign that her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul was about to run wild.

"Su Yun!"

"What exactly do you know?!"

So much for pretending.

No more hiding it.

Looking at the girl who had finally dropped her disguise (while still dressed as a man), Su Yun's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

Now that was more like it.

Everyone was busy. Why act like some big shot?

"I know plenty."

Su Yun stood up and walked toward Xue Qinghe, step by step, until only a fist's breadth remained between them.

He could even feel the sacred Soul Power boiling from her anger.

"For example..."

Su Yun leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"I know you were actually sleeping in a golden nightgown that night."

"Am I right?"

"Miss Qian, Ren, Xue."