From now on, I'll call you Xue'er!

Inside the private room, the sobbing gradually subsided.

Replacing it was a silence so stifling it made one's toes curl.

Qian Renxue lay in Su Yun's arms, her body as rigid as a stone.

At this very moment, her brilliant mind finally came back online, followed by a tidal wave of overwhelming shame.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What did I just do?

I, the dignified Heaven Dou Crown Prince, Spirit Hall Young Master, and future Angel God, actually wailed like a wronged little bride in the arms of a man I'd known for less than an hour?

And what's more, I even smeared snot and tears all over him?

"Social death."

At this moment, only these two words remained in Qian Renxue's mind. She even entertained the thought of killing him to silence him.

As long as I kill this guy in front of me, no one will ever know about today's dark history!

Seemingly sensing the dangerous aura radiating from the person in his arms, Su Yun broke the silence with a strong desire to survive.

"Um..."

He raised both hands to show his innocence, his tone sincere and guileless:

"Your Highness, although I would love to keep holding you like this—after all, the feeling is quite nice—"

"However..."

Su Yun pointed to the large, suspicious patch of moisture on his chest:

"If you don't get up soon, my clothes are going to start smelling sour."

"..."

Qian Renxue recoiled from Su Yun's arms as if she had been electrocuted.

She turned her back to him, frantically wiping the tear stains from her face, her voice thick with nasal congestion and indignant embarrassment:

"Forget it!"

"Forget everything that just happened, every single bit of it!"

"Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

Su Yun straightened his collar, leaned in with a grin, and handed her a cup of warm tea:

"Otherwise you'll kill me? And then live as a widow?"

"You!"

Qian Renxue spun around abruptly. Those golden eyes, usually so sharp, were now red and swollen like two walnuts, possessing zero intimidation and instead revealing a charming vulnerability that made one want to tease her.

She took the teacup and gulped down a mouthful, attempting to douse the fire in her heart.

But the tea was hot.

And so, she grew even hotter.

"Haa..."

Qian Renxue exhaled a breath of frustration. Looking at the grinning man before her, her feelings were complicated to the extreme.

Do I hate him?

It seemed I couldn't bring myself to.

Just a moment ago, this man had torn apart her disguise, yet he had also caught her shattered soul.

That feeling of being understood and accepted was a poison she had never experienced in her twenty years of life.

Once touched, it would be hard to quit.

"Su Yun."

Qian Renxue set down the teacup, her gaze gradually regaining its clarity, revealing a re-established cold arrogance:

"Why exactly did you tell me all this today?"

"Don't give me that nonsense about 'not wanting to see me regret it'."

"You were sent by Bibi Dong; I don't trust you."

Even knowing the truth, even with her heart wavering, the estrangement and defenses built over many years could not be erased in a single day.

Su Yun looked at her, his smile fading.

He walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked out at the bustling Heaven Dou City. With his back to Qian Renxue, his voice was low:

"Why?"

"To survive."

"And also to keep you from dying."

Qian Renxue was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

Su Yun turned around, pulled the Diary from his robe, and gave it a casual shake.

"Do you know the future?"

"In the original trajectory, you will show mercy to that man named Tang San time and time again, forfeiting every chance to kill him."

"Because of unrequited love, your Dao heart will shatter, your godhood will collapse, and you will be stuck at level ninety-nine for the rest of your life, dying in solitude."

"And Spirit Hall will be uprooted by Tang San."

"Your grandfather, Qian Daoliu, will sacrifice himself to death; your mother, Bibi Dong, will die under Tang San's Asura Demon Sword."

"This is your future."

"A future of a broken home and being forsaken by everyone."

Every word felt like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely against Qian Renxue's heart.

She wanted to refute him, to say this was nothing but alarmist talk.

But looking into Su Yun's eyes, which were as deep as an abyss, she found she couldn't speak.

Because the first half of this diary, the part concerning her own background, had already verified its authenticity.

So, the second half...

"Tang San..."

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth as she spat out the name.

"That trash with Blue Silver Grass? On what grounds?!"

"On the grounds that he is the Son of the Plane, and that he is a cheater."

Su Yun shrugged, his face full of helplessness.

"Some things in this world are just that unreasonable."

"That is why I am here."

He walked up to Qian Renxue, extended his hand, palm upward, and made an inviting gesture.

"I don't want to be cannon fodder, and I don't want to watch you be cannon fodder either."

"Since the script is this rotten, let's tear it up and write our own."

"Xue'er."

Su Yun looked into her eyes, his tone more serious than it had ever been.

"Cooperate with me."

"Whether it's Tang San, the God Realm, or that past that causes you so much pain. As long as we join forces, no one in this world can judge us."

A wild, arrogant curve tugged at the corner of Su Yun's mouth.

"We are the ones who shall be the judges!"

Sunlight filtered through the window lattice, spilling between the two of them as dust motes danced in the beams of light.

Qian Renxue looked at the hand before her.

Slender, strong, and carrying a warmth that put her at ease.

She remained silent for a long time.

So long that the tea in the cup had gone cold.

Finally.

She took a deep breath, as if she had made a monumental decision.

The hand wearing the Disguise Ring slowly reached out and rested on Su Yun's palm.

"Fine."

"This Palace will trust you once."

"However..."

Qian Renxue's eyes sharpened, and her fingers tightened abruptly, squeezing until Su Yun's hand bones ached.

"You are not allowed to call me Xue'er from now on!"

"It's disgusting!"

"Understood, Xue'er."

Su Yun complied readily.

"No problem, wifey."

"Su! Yun!"

The anger Qian Renxue had just suppressed flared up again instantly, her Six-Winged Angel spirit stirring once more.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, just a joke."

Su Yun reached out to grab her hand, intending to pull her into his embrace (he failed, and was kicked away instead).

"Let's talk business."

Su Yun rubbed his kicked shin, grimacing as he sat back down in his chair and pulled out a pen.

"Since we're accomplices now, we need to share some intelligence."

"For instance..."

"When do you plan on taking me to see that Emperor Xue Ye?"

"The Diary says that old man is about to be poisoned to death by you."

"Tsk, you're truly ruthless; as expected of my wife."

Meanwhile.

In Spirit City, at the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong watched the real-time updates in the Diary, especially the part about her family being destroyed and everyone turning against her, and the hand gripping her scepter trembled slightly.

"I will die... Qian Daoliu will die..."

"Spirit Hall will fall..."

An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped the empress.

But when she saw that Su Yun had successfully persuaded Qian Renxue and that the two had formed an accomplice alliance, her tense lips finally relaxed a little.

"This kid really has some tricks up his sleeve."

"He even managed to handle that stubborn girl."

Bibi Dong's eyes were complex.

She had never dared to face the truth mentioned in the Diary.

She feared that if Qian Renxue found out, she would hate her even more, or perhaps collapse.

But Su Yun had done it.

He had used a method that was almost brutal yet extremely effective to tear open the scar and then apply the medicine.

"Xue'er..."

Bibi Dong whispered the name, her eyes moistening.

"Perhaps, you were right."

"Some things shouldn't be kept from her."

She took a deep breath, closed the Diary, and a flash of determination crossed her eyes.

Since Su Yun had already paved the way, she, as a mother, could not fall behind.

"Tang San, the Son of the Plane, is that it?"

"A cheater, are you?"

Bibi Dong sneered, her Rakshasa Divine Power surging, and the black-purple light illuminated the entire hall like a ghost realm.

"This Seat wants to see whether your cheats are harder, or this Seat's scythe is!"

"Pass the order!"

"Have the two elders, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, head to Heaven Dou City immediately!"

"Cooperate with the Holy Son's actions!"

"Since we've formed an alliance, let's give them a grand gift!"

"It's time for the throne of the Heaven Dou Empire to change hands!"