Mother and Daughter Reconcile, Xiao Wu's Mother Revived

The doors of Papal Hall slowly opened before the three of them.

The hall was vast and lofty, its dome adorned with reliefs of angels and martial souls. Sunlight streamed through the high windows, reflecting off the jade floor until it shone like a mirror.

Bibi Dong sat upon the high seat at the end of the hall, her deep purple papal robes draping down, silver hair piled high, gray eyes calmly looking down at the three who entered.

Her face was as tranquil as an ancient well, revealing no emotion.

Qian Renxue walked at the front.

She approached step by step, each one steady and firm.

Papal Hall was utterly silent, with only the echoes of footsteps resounding through the empty space.

"You're back," Bibi Dong said, her voice giving away neither joy nor anger. "And you brought guests."

"I brought my man and a friend." Qian Renxue stopped before the steps and looked up at her mother on the high seat. "Mother."

That form of address made Bibi Dong's fingers tighten slightly, though her expression remained unchanged.

Qian Renxue noticed the movement of Bibi Dong's fingers, and a pang of bitterness rose within her.

She knew that, after learning the truth, this Qian Renxue no longer needed resentment to fill that helpless confusion.

She stood there, her voice quiet but every word clear. "I know everything."

Bibi Dong's gaze finally shifted. "What do you know?"

"I know what Qian Xunji did to you. I know your suffering." Qian Renxue looked into her eyes. "I know how long you carried it all alone."

The hall remained silent for a long time, so long that even the wind outside the windows became clearly audible.

Bibi Dong said nothing. Her expression remained calm, but at the edges of those gray eyes,