Qian Renxue's Embrace

In just a few seconds, the refined and elegant Crown Prince Xue Qinghe vanished, replaced by a peerless beauty with cascading golden hair, skin whiter than snow, and exquisitely flawless features.

She wore a white silk gown—the close-fitting garment she had worn beneath her prince's robes. Its collar was slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbones, fair skin, and a shallow cleavage.

Her long golden hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, gleaming faintly beneath the sunlight like flowing liquid gold.

Her amber eyes now held a trace of shyness and unease as she looked at Lin Ming. With every flicker of her gaze, she exuded boundless charm.

"You were right." Qian Renxue spoke, her voice no longer the gentle male voice from before, but a cool and pleasant female voice, like jade striking jade or a clear spring flowing, carrying a unique magnetic quality.

"My real name is Qian Renxue, daughter of Spirit Hall's Pope, Bibi Dong. I disguised myself as Xue Qinghe in order to seize control of the Heaven Dou Empire, use it as a foundation to gather strength, and ultimately fight that woman."

She paused, her cheeks flushing slightly like blooming peach blossoms. Her voice softened, carrying a hint of shyness and honesty.

"I don't know why, but the first time I saw you, I felt that you were someone I could trust. I've never told anyone these things. Even my closest subordinates don't know my full plan. But with you, I couldn't help wanting to say it all, as though some force were urging me to open my heart to you."

Lin Ming secretly rejoiced. The system truly didn't deceive me. This love-struck effect really is overpowered! Even a woman as strong-willed and deeply calculating as Qian Renxue couldn't resist it. She took the initiative to lay everything bare the moment we met!

Qian Renxue continued, her eyes carrying a trace of pleading and expectation.

"I need help. Alone, I'm no match for that woman. She's too powerful. She has twin martial souls. Even if I seize the Heaven Dou Empire, before absolute strength, it would be nothing more than clay chickens and porcelain dogs. So I need someone like you. I need a truly powerful team."

She took a deep breath, as though making some kind of decision, and looked steadily at Lin Ming. "If you're willing to help me, then once we unify Douluo Continent, you can be the emperor, and I'll assist you. All I need is... revenge against her. That is the only meaning of my life."

As she spoke, a flash of bone-deep hatred appeared in her eyes. That hatred was as dark as an abyss, as though it could devour everything. Yet she quickly suppressed it and returned to calmness.

Lin Ming looked at her in silence for a moment before slowly speaking, his tone carrying a hint of amusement and probing.

"Miss Qian Renxue, I sympathize with what you've been through. But honestly, we've only met for the first time, and you're already telling me all these heartfelt things. How do I know you aren't lying to me? What if you use me and then kick me aside, or simply kill me to silence me? Who would I go to for justice then?"

Qian Renxue froze. She opened her mouth, but did not know what to say.

Lin Ming was right. They had only just met, and she truly could not produce enough proof to demonstrate her sincerity. Words alone meant nothing. Who would stake their life and fortune on a few pretty promises?

She bit her lip, her pearly teeth gently catching her lower lip as struggle and hesitation flashed through her eyes. Then, as though she had made up her mind, she suddenly raised her head. Determination gleamed in her eyes as she walked toward Lin Ming.

A fragrant breeze washed over him.

It was Qian Renxue's unique body fragrance, mixed with the sacred aura of the Angel God's inheritance and the sweet scent unique to a young woman. It was refreshing and intoxicating.

Qian Renxue opened her arms and hugged Lin Ming tightly.

Lin Ming's entire body stiffened, his mind going blank.

He could feel the soft body in his arms. Even through the thin silk, he could feel her warmth and softness.

He could smell that faint fragrance, like a blend of jasmine and orchids lingering at the tip of his nose.

He could feel the softness of her chest pressed tightly against his own. He could even hear her slightly quickened heartbeat—thump, thump, thump—like war drums.

Qian Renxue buried her head against his shoulder, her golden hair spilling over his shoulders and back, bringing a tingling itch.

Her voice trembled slightly, carrying shyness and resolve, like a gambler staking everything on one throw. "What about now? Is this sincere enough?"