"Your Holiness, this..."
In the Papal Hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Pope Bibi Dong. She sat in the seat of honor, holding a letter, her expression dark and unreadable. He hesitated.
He had a rough idea of what the letter said.
Over the years, Spirit Hall's plans in the Heaven Dou Empire had deepened, and Qian Renxue had needed more people and resources as she gradually took control of the empire.
As two of Bibi Dong's most trusted subordinates, he and his partner had naturally handled a great deal of intelligence. They had a general idea of the mission's nature.
They had also gained a vague understanding of Qian Renxue's identity.
Now Chrysanthemum Douluo did not know what to make of it.
He had served under two popes, so he knew something about the history between Qian Xunji, the previous pope, and Bibi Dong, who had been the Holy Maiden before becoming the current pope.
As far as the public knew, the daughter Bibi Dong had borne back then—the Angel Family's sole heir—had died young.
Only now did Chrysanthemum Douluo learn that the heir had not died at all. She had been sent to infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire.
He had no idea why the Angel Family's only heir had been sent there, but as a subordinate, all he could do was cooperate. He did not understand it, but he respected the decision.
From his dealings with them over the past few years, though, Chrysanthemum Douluo had noticed that Bibi Dong did not seem to get along with her daughter.
What troubled times.
With the Angel Family's heir growing into her own, how much longer can Bibi Dong hold on to the papacy?
Ordinarily, there should have been no question. Bibi Dong was the young heir's mother, after all.
But