Bibi Dong Forcefully Hugged the Young Qian Renxue, Who Shyly Refused to Marry Little Tang San

"Inherit... the Crown Prince Position..."

Of course, Qian Renxue knew what those six words meant. Yet she could not help pleading as she looked at Bibi Dong.

"Sister... although I am not Xue Qinghe, I have spent a few years with those princes. The Third Prince who died before was indeed deeply scheming and fond of oppressing commoners; he deserved to die. But Second Prince Xue Lan, though exceptionally intelligent since childhood, has never wanted to compete with me for the Crown Prince Position. He obeys me in everything and is kind-hearted and pure. If possible, I truly do not want to personally cause his death... Can you spare his life, Sister...?"

"No..."

Looking at the still soft-hearted Qian Renxue before her, Bibi Dong coldly refused. Gazing at her face, she said calmly,

"This is where you need to grow, Little Xue... Although Second Prince Xue Lan has a kind nature and knows nothing of cultivation, he is quite talented and could very well compete with you for the Crown Prince Position. This time, I will make the decision for you. Eliminate Second Prince Xue Lan and those nobles around him who suspect you. As for Fourth Prince Xue Beng, he is merely a useless playboy and poses no threat for now. If you find anything wrong with him in the future, you can deal with him yourself..."

After saying that, Bibi Dong glanced at the night outside the window and said lightly,

"Alright, I should leave..."

But after Bibi Dong took several steps, she discovered that Qian Renxue behind her had not spoken to stop her. She merely watched Bibi Dong's retreating figure with a complicated gaze, looking somewhat pitiful.

Qian Renxue was only seventeen, so she naturally gave people a youthful and adorable impression.

At that thought, Bibi Dong suddenly turned around. Looking at Qian Renxue's long golden hair and perfect angelic face, she approached her and gently pursed her red lips.

"Before I leave, let Sister hug you, Little Xue..."

"What...?"

Qian Renxue's cold, beautiful angelic eyes suddenly widened. Looking at the sexy, mature Bibi Dong before her, she could hardly believe those words had come from Pope Bibi Dong.

After all, in her childhood memories, Bibi Dong had always been a cold, aloof queen. Qian Renxue both feared her and longed for her affection.

Back then, she had only been an ordinary little girl. Naturally, she had yearned for her mother's embrace.

Yet from childhood to adulthood, Bibi Dong had never once hugged her. She had never expected to hear Bibi Dong say such words to her at this moment.

Still shocked, Qian Renxue hurriedly took a step back, shook her head, and said,

"No, I will not let you hug me... No..."

Just as Qian Renxue said no, the mature Bibi Dong before her had already forcefully pulled her into an embrace. After all, how could the seventeen-year-old Qian Renxue possibly be Bibi Dong's match?

Bibi Dong gently held Qian Renxue's slender, perfect angelic figure. Her jade-like hand slid up from Qian Renxue's back and began slowly stroking her golden hair.

At first, Qian Renxue resisted and struggled, wanting to break free from Bibi Dong's embrace. But whenever she was about to escape, Bibi Dong's jade-like hand would exert a little force, and Qian Renxue would once again helplessly fall into Bibi Dong's mature, ample embrace.

The scene truly looked warm and beautiful...

Because Bibi Dong was half a head taller than Qian Renxue and possessed a more mature, fuller figure, it was like a tall, sexy mature woman holding an immature golden-haired angel girl. The girl's face still wore a trace of fear and shock.

Perhaps realizing that struggling was useless, Qian Renxue gradually stopped resisting. She simply nestled in Bibi Dong's embrace, her face lightly resting against Bibi Dong's fragrant shoulder, silent...

Bibi Dong probably knew what Qian Renxue was thinking, but she did not care. Instead, she earnestly savored Qian Renxue's angelic fragrance and continued gently stroking her lovely hair.

Only after a long while did Bibi Dong slowly release Qian Renxue's delicate angelic body. Satisfied, she said,

"Alright, Little Xue. Sister is leaving..."

Qian Renxue gently raised her youthful face and looked at Bibi Dong before her. Complex emotions churned in her beautiful eyes, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but did not know how to begin.

The reason Bibi Dong had suddenly returned to hug her daughter Qian Renxue at this time was precisely because of the past few days she had spent with Tang San.

Seeing how much Tang San missed his mother, Bibi Dong increasingly felt that she had failed her daughter Qian Renxue.

Thinking about how she had not hugged this daughter even once since Qian Renxue could remember, she decided to leave Qian Renxue with at least a little memory of her mother before departing.

Because Bibi Dong knew very clearly that after this parting from Qian Renxue, it might be many years before they met again.

As the Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong had no choice. But was Qian Renxue any different?

Just as Qian Renxue silently watched Bibi Dong, a smile suddenly appeared on Bibi Dong's noble, beautiful face. She asked softly,

"Little Xue, although you usually present yourself as Xue Qinghe, you are ultimately a girl. During these eight years of hiding in the Heaven Dou Empire, have you met a man you like?"

"What...?"

Qian Renxue was stunned once again, her cold, beautiful eyes widening as she could not help saying,

"Sister, what exactly happened to you afterward? You are actually asking me such questions? As the inheritor of the Six-Winged Angel and the Young Master of Spirit Hall, how could I possibly consider such things? Besides, I am only seventeen..."

Looking at Qian Renxue's shocked, pretty face, Bibi Dong seemed to find it somewhat amusing. She gently pursed her red lips and said,

"It is not time yet, but in another ten years, it will be about time for you to marry, Little Xue... If you have not met a man you like, Sister has chosen one for you. Although he is still young now, his potential should be quite good in the future. He is a very interesting little fellow. His martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and he is a Support-Type Soul Master."

"What? You chose someone for me...?"

Qian Renxue's pretty face flushed red. Filled with disbelief, she could not help shouting,

"Are you joking? How could I, Qian Renxue, marry a Support-Type Soul Master with no combat ability, especially one with the useless Blue Silver Grass martial soul? How could someone like that catch your eye? You must be mistaken, Sister."

"Hehe, it seems that little fellow still needs to work much harder. But there is no rush. Ten years from now, no one can say for sure..."

Seeing Qian Renxue's pretty face flush red, Bibi Dong revealed a faint smile from the bottom of her heart. She gazed reluctantly at Qian Renxue's face once more, then instantly left the Great Hall and disappeared into the night.

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