Why Not Make a Marriage Pact?

Qian Daoliu looked at his granddaughter's fiercely protective and confident expression, and his eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

This girl, having spent so long in the shell of "Xue Qinghe," has truly ingrained that air of a Crown Prince who controls everything into her bones, even unconsciously revealing it in front of her own grandfather.

A complex expression of helplessness and doting flickered across his stern face. His gaze lingered for a moment on the two figures standing close together, their intimate posture, the unmistakable trust and dependence in their eyes...

A sudden thought, perhaps one that had lingered in his mind for a long time, burst forth clearly like the morning sun Infiltrator the clouds.

He cleared his throat, his usually calm voice now carrying a strange, almost gossipy, gentle smile. His gaze darted back and forth between Qian Renxue face instantly flushed, and Lin Xia, who looked slightly taken aback.

"Xiao Xue!"

Qian Daoliu's voice softened, carrying the mischievousness and earnestness characteristic of an elder.

"You like Xiao Xia so much, and you always think about protecting him... Since you two have such a good relationship, having grown up together since childhood, knowing each other inside and out, and seeming inseparable."

He paused, seemingly pleased to see Qian Renxue's arm, which was linked with Lin Xia's, stiffen for a moment.

"Or..."

He deliberately drew out his words, clearly uttering those earth-shattering words.

"Why don't you two just get engaged?"

"Boom--!"

Like an invisible bolt of divine lightning from the heavens, carrying the world's hottest light and the most dizzying current, it struck the two people in the center of the palace without warning and with perfect precision!

Time seemed to have been abruptly paused by an invisible hand, and the entire Worship Hall fell into a deathly silence so profound that a pin drop could be heard.

Even the holy wings of the angels on the dome murals seemed to freeze in their falling motion.

Qian Renxue's smile froze completely, like the most exquisite jade carving suddenly exposed to extreme cold.

Just a moment ago, Viola eyes shone with confidence and control, but in an instant, they widened, a storm raging deep within their pupils—shock, bewilderment, shame, panic...

Countless intense emotions surged and exploded like an overturned palette!

An indescribable wave of scorching heat surged up her slender neck, instantly turning her exquisite face into the most vibrant blush of spring, even her delicate earlobes turning so red they seemed to bleed!

She could clearly feel her fingers, which were holding Lin Xia's arm, trembling uncontrollably. Her fingertips were icy cold, while her palms were hot and sweaty.

Her heart Tackle wildly in her chest, so loudly that she suspected the entire Worship Hall could hear it.

Grandpa... what is Grandpa saying?!

Engagement?!

With Xiao Xia?!

This... this is impossible!

How could he... how could he dare to say it so directly!

My mind was buzzing, completely blank, with only the words "engagement" echoing repeatedly like an out-of-control curse.

Almost instinctively, she jerked her head to see Lin Xia's reaction, but when her gaze met his equally stunned profile, it recoiled as if she had been branded with a hot iron.

That fleeting glance was enough for her to notice the strangeness in the boy beside her— Lin Xia's face, which always carried a gentle confidence and even the composure of someone invincible on the battlefield, was now flushed with blood!

Her face turned red all the way down to her neck, and even the bridge of her high nose was tinged with a faint pink.

His mouth was slightly open, but his lips, which could usually eloquently Analytic the battle situation or comfort his comrades, seemed to be glued shut, and not a single word could be uttered.

Those clear eyes, which always held wisdom and strength, were now filled only with pure bewilderment and helplessness after being struck by such a huge accident. Like a lost child, they stared blankly ahead, as if even their thoughts had frozen.

His upright posture was visibly stiff, and the arm that Qian Renxue was holding was as taut as a stone.

"My... grandfather..."

Qian Renxue instinctively wanted to retort, but her voice was terribly dry, as if sandpaper was rubbing against her throat, and she could only squeeze out a few broken and incoherent syllables.

She felt like she was suffocating; the heavy, steady air around her seemed to have turned into viscous magma, pressing heavily against her chest and Burn her skin.

She could even feel the same stiff and burning heat emanating from Lin Xia's arm, like an invisible branding iron, making her panic.

"This... Xiao Xia..."

Lin Xia finally found her voice and tried to explain, but her words were hesitant and vague. Her eyes darted around, and she didn't dare to look at Qian Renxue beside her, let alone meet Qian Daoliu's deep eyes that were filled with knowing smiles.

The His Highness the Holy Son, who usually commands with composure and has complete control over the entire Martial Arts Arena, was now only showing the most instinctive embarrassment and panic of a young man facing a sudden ambiguous topic.

The ambiguity, awkwardness, shock, and scorching heat inside the hall almost solidified into a tangible reality.

Qian Daoliu looked at Lin Xia and Qian Renxue, who were practically burning with anger, and his gentle smile deepened, carrying a hint of mischievous "I knew it" in it. He seemed quite satisfied with the effect of the bombshell he had dropped.

He even leisurely planned to add another bundle of firewood.

However, the shyness that had been suppressed within Qian Renxue for over a decade, a shyness inherent in a young girl, and a slight stirring that even she herself had not fully grasped, finally overwhelmed the reason and pride of the Angel Young Master at this moment.

This hidden yet turbulent emotion, exposed in public, completely threw her off balance.

"Grandfather--!"

A sharp, almost broken voice, filled with intense embarrassment and anger, suddenly rang out, tearing through the heavy silence of the Worship Hall like a ripping cloth!

Qian Renxue abruptly released her grip on Lin Xia's hand, as if it were a scorching hot iron. Her flushed face was a mixture of indescribable shame and indignation, and the panic of being "Detect." She glared fiercely at Qian Daoliu, who was Qian Daoliu and seemed about to say something, her purple eyes almost Spit Up tangible flames.

"What... what nonsense are you talking about?!"

Her voice still trembled sharply, but it was more of a panicked attempt to defend herself when she was cornered and couldn't think straight.

"Xiao Xia... Xiao Xia is still so young!! He's just a child!!!"

These words practically slipped out without a second thought. Before she could finish speaking, Qian Renxue herself was stunned.

Child?

That person who just single-handedly crushed the Spirit Hall Golden Generation in the Martial Arts Arena, tore the earth apart with every move, and whose Soul Power was comparable to Soul Douluo?

That tall, upright young Holy Son, whose brows held a composure far beyond his years?

Using the word "child" to describe him, which masks her inner turmoil, seems so pale and powerless, yet it reflects her chaotic state of mind in a very real way.

Overwhelmed by immense shame, she was completely engulfed like a tsunami.

She could no longer stay in this suffocating place for even a second longer!

Qian Renxue suddenly turned around, not even caring about her demeanor, and her right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Lin Xia's wrist tightly, who was still in a daze and whose face was still flushed!

The force was immense, carrying an inescapable resolve and an urgent desire to escape.

"Come with me!"

The three words, almost squeezed out through gritted teeth, contained all the girl's shame, anger, and strength.