In Mu Hongchen's living room, only a single floor lamp was on, its warm yellow pool of light illuminating a small, quiet area. Yin Hongye leaned against one corner of the sofa, flipping through an ancient book.
Mu Hongchen, meanwhile, was surfing the internet under Cai Yue'er's account, trading insults with other Titled Douluo.
No one suspected a thing.
Qian Renxue sat in the chair across from them, silent for a long time.
She was still thinking about herself, about her Martial Soul.
The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul represented justice and light.
The woman lowered her head to look at her hands. Those hands had once carried poisoned wine, drafted forged edicts, and laid deadly traps. Now, under the warm yellow light, they looked especially pale.
But what had I done? I spent twenty years undercover in Heaven Dou, replaced the crown prince, poisoned the emperor, and instigated a palace coup. There were no few lives on my hands.
She raised her head, and confusion appeared in her beautiful eyes for the first time—a weariness that seeped from her very bones, accumulated over twenty years.
Ever since I was little, Grandfather had always hoped I would become the Angel God. Every step I took was meant to fulfill his expectations.
The inheritor of the Angel God's trials, the glory of the Six-Winged Angel...
But which one was the real me?
If one day I returned to being myself, could I still receive the Angel God's recognition?
With those thoughts, it was as though she had set down an immensely heavy burden.
"Red Lotus Douluo, could you tell me about the Angel Clan and the Yue Family?" Qian Renxue wanted to know what the Angel Martial Souls of this era were like.
Perhaps she could find an answer in others.
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