Look at the Fine Daughter You Raised!

Though she was not Qian Renxue's mother in this life, the memories Qian Chenzhou had given her made every meeting with Qian Renxue leave her feeling somewhat conflicted.

Qian Renxue felt the same way.

Compared to Bibi Dong, she felt even more uncomfortable.

In her previous life, she had wanted the other's acknowledgment and wanted to call her Mother, only to be coldly rebuked every time.

It was not until the Battle of Jialing Pass, when Bibi Dong shielded her from a fatal blow, that she understood Bibi Dong did not not love her.

She simply did not know how to face her child.

Whenever she saw Qian Renxue, the torment Qian Xunji had inflicted upon her relentlessly forced its way into her mind, driving her madder and making her want even more desperately to kill the daughter she had carried for ten months and given birth to herself.

Yet the remnants of maternal love kept her from doing it.

Every meeting was unbearable torment. Not seeing each other was easier.

Qian Daoliu naturally saw the complicated expressions on both women's faces. He had no idea how to resolve the issue, so he simply decided to let his son worry about it.

"Do you know that Xiao Xue's cultivation has fallen behind during the years you took her out?"

Qian Chenzhou carried Qian Renxue toward a seat and patted her little backside. "Get down first. This is inappropriate."

"Oh."

Qian Renxue reluctantly climbed down, but she did not move far away and sat right beside Qian Chenzhou.

"Father, this is not a bad thing." Qian Chenzhou lifted his teacup and took a sip.

Bibi Dong said nothing, merely standing beside Qian Chenzhou and pouring him tea.

The veins on Qian Daoliu's forehead throbbed.

Qian Renxue's cultivation had fallen behind, and