Your father is a beast

Inside the private room, the air solidified as if it had physical substance.

"Gold. Silk. Nightgown?"

Qian Renxue repeated the words one by one, her voice sounding as if it were being squeezed through her teeth.

Her face, usually wearing the gentle and refined Prince's Face, was now flushed with a shade of shame and fury so intense that even her neck was stained a soft pink.

This was her greatest secret!

It was the only moment in countless nights of disguise when she could finally be herself!

How on earth did this bastard know?!

Did he install surveillance in her bedchamber? Or was he simply an invisible pervert?!

"BOOM!"

Her Six-Winged Angel martial soul could no longer be suppressed; a holy and domineering golden soul power erupted instantly, sending the surrounding tables and chairs flying.

Qian Renxue grabbed Su Yun by the collar and slammed him hard against the wall.

In those golden eyes, killing intent boiled, as if she would burn this lecherous scoundrel to ashes in the next second.

"Su Yun!"

"Do you really think this palace wouldn't dare to kill you?!"

Facing this god-level pressure that would have made an ordinary soul master wet their pants, Su Yun appeared exceptionally calm.

He even had the leisure to glance down at the hand Qian Renxue had clamped onto his collar.

Her fingers were slender and well-defined; even though she used a disguise Soul Tool, the delicacy belonging to a woman could not be hidden.

"Don't be agitated, Your Highness."

Su Yun raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, yet that punchable smile remained on his face:

"Killing me is easy."

"But if you kill me, who will help you untie that knot that has troubled you for twenty years?"

Qian Renxue's hand trembled slightly.

A knot?

"What do you mean?"

She asked coldly.

Su Yun sighed, looking straight into her eyes. The playfulness vanished, replaced by a rare (feigned) seriousness.

"Xue'er."

This "Xue'er" was spoken so naturally, as if the two were lovers who had known each other for years.

Qian Renxue stiffened, ready to lash out, but Su Yun's next words stopped her cold.

"You have always hated that woman, haven't you?"

"You hate her for giving birth to you without raising you, hate her for being as cold as ice toward you, and hate her for killing your father, Qian Xunji."

"You think she is a vicious Witch, the culprit who destroyed your family."

"So you train desperately, disguise yourself desperately, and even endure twenty years of infiltration, all just to prove you are better than her, so that one day you can trample her underfoot and ask her: Why?"

Every word was like a sharp blade, precisely piercing the softest, most painful part of Qian Renxue's heart.

Her eyes turned red.

The grievance and fury of having her secrets exposed made her want to scream.

"Shut up!"

"What do you know! That woman, she is a lunatic! A cold-blooded animal!"

"Heh."

Su Yun let out a soft, mocking laugh.

"A lunatic?"

"Yes, she is indeed insane."

"But do you know why she went mad?"

Su Yun suddenly broke free from Qian Renxue's grip and pulled the black Diary from his robes.

"Because of your father, Qian Xunji."

"Because that father you view as a hero, as the spokesperson for the Angel God..."

"Was actually a beast through and through!"

"SILENCE!!"

Qian Renxue completely lost control.

That was her father!

She was the pride of the Angel clan!

How could she tolerate such slander from an outsider?!

The Angel Sacred Sword coalesced in her hand, its golden flames burning right through the ceiling.

"Su Yun, you are courting death!!"

Facing the descending Sacred Sword, Su Yun did not dodge.

He simply scribbled a line in his Diary, tore the page out (or transmitted it directly via a copy), and slapped it onto Qian Renxue's face.

"Read it yourself!"

"This is the truth of what happened back then!"

"This is the filthy reality of what occurred inside that so-called 'Secret Chamber'!"

[Year X, Month X, Day X: Time to educate the naive little girl on some history.]

[Qian Renxue has always believed her father was a hero and her mother was the villain.]

[Little does she know, the script is completely reversed.]

[Back then, even though Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang were a bit... ahem, even though Yu Xiaogang is a piece of trash, Bibi Dong genuinely wanted to leave with him.]

[And the result?]

[That old beast Qian Xunji, in order to keep a genius with Twin Martial Souls and strengthen the Angel clan's bloodline, what did he do?]

[He knocked out his own disciple, Bibi Dong—who respected him like a father—and locked her in the Secret Chamber.]

[And then...]

[He forcibly possessed her.]

[Using the most despicable and shameless methods, he destroyed a girl's innocence, ruined her love, and shattered her entire life.]

[What's even more disgusting is that he used this incident to threaten Bibi Dong, forcing her to bear his child.]

[That child is you, Qian Renxue.]

[Your birth was not born of love, but of sin.]

[You are the pillar of shame that Qian Xunji left for Bibi Dong, the continuation of her nightmares.]

[Every time she looks at you, she is reminded of that night of despair, of that beastly teacher who vented his animalistic desires upon her.]

[That is why she hates you.]

[But she hates the world that turned her into this even more!]

[As for how Qian Xunji died?]

[He deserved it! Bibi Dong endured humiliation and bore the weight of her burden, waiting until he was severely wounded (after being hammered by Tang Hao) to devour him.]

[This is what they call the cycle of karma; heaven spares no one!]

[This is the truth.]

[A cruel, bloody, and nauseating truth.]

Clang.

The Angel Sacred Sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Qian Renxue stared at the words floating before her (the Diary copy), her entire being seemingly drained of its soul.

Her complexion shifted from red to white, from white to ashen, and finally to a deathly gray.

Secret Chamber...

Rape...

Threats...

"No... this is impossible..."

"You're lying to me... you're making up stories..."

Qian Renxue muttered to herself, her body trembling uncontrollably as she backed away until she hit the wall, with nowhere left to go.

She wanted to refute it, wanted to kill Su Yun to prove her conviction.

But her reason told her that this was the truth.

Because all of this perfectly explained Bibi Dong's attitude toward her.

Why did her mother's gaze toward her always brim with disgust and complexity?

Why was her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, so tight-lipped about the matter?

Why...

"Ugh—"

Qian Renxue suddenly clutched her chest as a wave of intense nausea surged within her.

The agony of her faith collapsing was ten thousand times more painful than any physical injury.

The father she had worshipped for twenty years was actually a rapist?

And the mother she had resented all this time was actually a victim?

Am I... the product of a sin?

Qian Renxue slid to the floor, clutching her head in her hands, and let out a desperate whimper.

In this moment, that arrogant Crown Prince, that peerless successor to the Angel God, was shattered.

Su Yun watched this scene, feeling uneasy himself.

Although he did it for the sake of his mission and the bigger picture, this dose of medicine was indeed a bit too strong.

"Sigh."

Su Yun sighed, walked forward, and crouched down in front of Qian Renxue.

He didn't speak, simply offering her a handkerchief in silence.

"Cry."

"You'll feel better once it's all out."

"This isn't your fault. Those were the grievances of the previous generation."

"But you had the right to know the truth."

Qian Renxue snapped her head up, her golden eyes filled with tears and bloodshot veins.

She stared fixedly at Su Yun, her voice hoarse:

"Why..."

"Why did you tell me all this?"

"Wouldn't it have been better... to let me keep hating her?"

"No, it wouldn't."

Su Yun shook his head, reached out, and with extreme boldness, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Because I don't want you living in a lie."

"And more importantly..."

Su Yun looked into her eyes, his tone gentler than it had ever been:

"I don't want you to regret this in the future."

"Bibi Dong... she has actually been protecting you all along."

"If she truly hated you to the bone, with her strength, do you think you would have survived until now?"

"Her coldness toward you was actually a form of protection in disguise. She was afraid that if she couldn't control the Rakshasa malice within her, she would hurt you."

"Xue'er."

Su Yun took her cold hands in his:

"This family has already been broken once."

"I don't want to see it break a second time."

"Give me a chance, and give her a chance."

"Let us... start over, okay?"

Qian Renxue was stunned.

She looked at the man before her.

He was someone she had known for less than an hour, a little scoundrel who talked nonsense.

But in this moment, within his gaze, she felt an unprecedented sense of... reliance.

It was as if she were on a stormy sea and had finally grasped the only piece of driftwood available.

"Su Yun..."

Qian Renxue could no longer hold it together.

She threw herself into Su Yun's arms and wept aloud.

She cried like a wronged child.

She cried with a heart-wrenching intensity.

Su Yun held her, gently patting her back, letting her tears soak his clothes.

He sighed silently in his heart.

[Done.]
[This move, while a bit cruel, was exceptionally effective.]
[The thick ice of the mother-daughter rift has finally been broken.]
[Next, it's my turn.]
[Tang San, oh Tang San, your Angel sister belongs to me now.]
[As for you, just go back to playing with your Blue Silver Grass!]