Bibi Dong would never forget the look in his eyes.
It had felt good.
But the satisfaction had lasted only a moment. Her hatred remained. Qian Xunji was dead, but the consequences of his crimes lived on. That bastard child, Qian Renxue, was the stain he had left behind.
So she hated Qian Renxue. She had hated her from the day she was born.
She could not kill Qian Renxue. Qian Daoliu protected her, and so did the Worship Hall.
But she could make that bastard child wish she were dead.
Qian Renxue could still live at ease only because Bibi Dong had not truly made her move yet.
Once she had the time, she would settle every score.
As for Xiaogang...
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, straightened up from the corridor pillar, and smoothed her robes.
She could not tell Xiaogang the truth.
She did not want him to know that Qian Xunji had once imprisoned her and forced himself on her.
She wanted Xiaogang to remember her as the innocent purple-haired girl she had been.
More than twenty years had passed, and she was no longer that girl. Even so, she hoped that in Xiaogang's memory, she was still the girl who had watched the stars with him on the hill behind Spirit Hall.
Some things were better left buried.
Bibi Dong pushed open the bedchamber door, then looked back.
Yu Xiaogang was asleep on the couch. His breathing was steady, and his complexion had improved considerably.
She closed the door softly and headed for the main hall of Pope Hall.
A pile of official business still awaited her there.
But she had already made up her mind.
No matter how much trouble Qian Daoliu caused when he returned, she would not hand Xiaogang over again.
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