Qian Renxue's Breaking Point

Jiang Lan rubbed his eyes and noticed something: Xue Qinghe's appearance had changed.

Xue Qinghe had become a woman in her early twenties, with skin whiter than snow, a straight nose, slender phoenix eyes, and an exquisitely beautiful face carrying a hint of imposing dignity.

Jiang Lan: "????"

Something was wrong. She had just been a man—how had she changed back into Qian Renxue?

As Jiang Lan puzzled over this, Xue Qinghe climbed up from the ground and patted the dust off herself.

When Xue Qinghe saw who had crashed into her, she was utterly astonished.

She had considered countless possibilities, but she had never imagined that a six-year-old child would knock her to the ground.

With her current strength, she could not possibly be knocked down so casually.

Xue Qinghe extended a hand to Jiang Lan and asked with concern, "Are you all right, little one?"

Jiang Lan climbed to his feet, first dusting off his penguin onesie before raising his head to look at Xue Qinghe. Then he gave her a solemn bow.

"I'm sorry, Uncle! I was chasing Doro and didn't watch where I was going. I ran into you!"

Xue Qinghe's outstretched hand froze in midair.

Uncle.

This six-year-old brat had called her Uncle.

To infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire, she had poured in so much effort and used so many methods. Every day, she rose before dawn to put on makeup, practicing her expressions, tone, and walking posture before a mirror.

The maids in the Crown Prince's residence privately said that His Highness had a secret to preserving his looks, that he was nearly thirty yet still looked barely over twenty. She had even secretly felt pleased with herself over it.

But now, one word from a six-year-old had sent her straight back to square one.

"Uncle? Are you okay? Did I hurt you when I hit you?" Jiang Lan tilted his head and added another "Uncle."

Xue Qinghe felt her temples throbbing.

Enough. Stop calling her Uncle. She was only in her early twenties, in the bloom of youth. Though she had disguised herself as a man during her infiltration, wasn't calling her Uncle far too hurtful?

Even in men's clothes, her face was good enough that Qian Daoliu had personally praised her by saying, "My granddaughter takes after me." So how had she become an Uncle in this child's mouth?

"Uncle, did you hit your head when you fell? Your complexion looks awful. It keeps changing from green to red." Jiang Lan stood on tiptoe and waved a chubby little hand before her face.

Red your head. You're the one who made me angry.

Xue Qinghe had already imagined picking up this little penguin and beating him three times, but her face still wore that gentle, spring-breeze smile.

Xue Qinghe said softly, "I'm fine. Did you hurt yourself when you fell, little one?"

"No! I'm really sturdy!" Jiang Lan patted his round belly, and the penguin suit made muffled thumping sounds. "Uncle, are you sure you're okay? Your eye keeps twitching."

Xue Qinghe nodded with a smile, while thinking, Because it's taking everything I have not to strangle you.

Qian Renxue, calm down. You are the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, the young mistress of Spirit Hall, and a top-tier undercover agent who had infiltrated for over a decade without revealing a single flaw.

You could even fool that old fox Xue Ye. You could not lose your composure before a six-year-old child.

"Uncle, I just arrived in Heaven Dou City. Can you tell me which restaurant nearby has the best food? I want roast meat! Doro wants orange cake! We have money!"

Xue Qinghe looked down at the sleeve of the penguin suit pointing at her, then raised her eyes toward the street.

Everyone on the street was busy with their own affairs. No one had noticed this corner.

Very good. No one had discovered that His Highness the Crown Prince was being chased around and called Uncle by a six-year-old.

"Un-cle?" Seeing that Qian Renxue had not responded for a long time, Jiang Lan thought she had truly been knocked stupid. He grabbed her sleeve and shook it. "You didn't really suffer internal injuries, did you? Doro! Hurry and bring an orange to heal Uncle!"

Hearing Jiang Lan, Doro trotted over, conjured an orange, and said to Xue Qinghe, "Uncle, eat an orange."

Xue Qinghe looked at the orange offered before her, then lowered her eyes to the little white ball holding it.

The orange was round, bright yellow, and looked quite good.

But there was only one thought in her mind right now: Had this little white ball just called her Uncle too?

Being called Uncle by a six-year-old was one thing, but even some little white ball of unknown species was calling her Uncle?

Her face—this face that made young Spirit Hall Soul Masters blush and lower their heads in greeting, this face that had made maids secretly sketch and treasure it during her decade-plus infiltration of the Heaven Dou Empire—was worth only one word, Uncle, to these two little things?

"I'm not eating it." Xue Qinghe smiled as she pushed Doro's orange away. Her movements were gentle and her tone kind, but Doro keenly noticed that the corner of her mouth was twitching almost imperceptibly.

"Uncle, your complexion really is terrible." Doro looked up, her large purple eyes filled with sincere concern. "Do you have low blood sugar? When your blood sugar is low, your face turns pale, then you break out in cold sweat, then you get dizzy, then—"

"I don't have low blood sugar." Xue Qinghe interrupted her with a smile, thinking that this little thing knew quite a lot.

"Then did I give you internal injuries when I hit you?" Jiang Lan poked his head out from beside her. A leaf he had picked up when he fell was stuck to his penguin hood.

"Uncle, your face keeps turning pale and green, just like when Mama Bo Saixi gets angry. Shouldn't you go to a clinic? I really didn't do it on purpose. I can pay your medical fees—I have money!"

As he spoke, Jiang Lan reached into the belly pocket of his penguin onesie and pulled out a handful of Gold Soul Coins. They clinked as he spread them over his palm. He looked up at Xue Qinghe with utter seriousness.

Xue Qinghe looked down at the Gold Soul Coins in that chubby little hand, then at Jiang Lan's plump face, which clearly said, I'm very sorry, please make sure you accept this.

She suddenly no longer felt pain in the rib he had hit earlier, because all her attention had been seized by that face.

Why was this little brat even cuter than before?

No, that was not the point.

The point was that the little brat had just said something. Whose angry expression had he compared her complexion to?

Mama Bo Saixi?

Xue Qinghe frowned, her eyes widening slightly. Her expression instantly changed from This kid is cute, but his mouth is too sharp to Did he just mention someone incredible?

She suddenly recalled what her grandfather had once told her about Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi.

It had to be a coincidence of names. He could not possibly be that woman's child.

"Little one, did you just say... Mama Bo Saixi?" Xue Qinghe bent down. Her tone still carried the gentle bearing of a crown prince, but her eyes narrowed involuntarily, as though confirming something. "Which Bo Saixi are you talking about?"

Jiang Lan blinked and answered as though it were only natural. "Bo Saixi from Sea God Island, of course! Uncle, you know her?"

He felt that Qian Renxue probably knew something about Bo Saixi, but he could not possibly let on that he knew.

Xue Qinghe felt as if someone had pressed pause on her mind. With a buzz, every thought came to a complete halt.

Bo Saixi of Sea God Island.

Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi.