Qian Renxue Was Numb

However, neither the person nor the soul knew that they had the map upside down, and they started digging in other directions.

On the other side, at the Crown Prince's Residence.

Qian Renxue removed her disguise, returning to her original appearance, and took off her clothes before entering the pool.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down into the pool, reflecting a stunningly beautiful face that seemed unreal.

Her skin was as white as snow, her nose was straight, her phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and her long eyelashes were covered with fine water droplets in the steam.

Qian Renxue leaned against the pool wall, her whole body submerged in the hot water, only her shoulders and above were exposed. Her gentle and refined demeanor during the day was completely gone, replaced by a face full of despair.

"Evil Penguin Cub." Qian Renxue stared at the carvings on the ceiling, enunciating each word clearly, her voice echoing in the steam.

She stretched out her water-drenched hand and unconsciously drew circles on the stone platform by the pool, as if those circles were Jiang Lan's face.

"Everyone calls me 'uncle.' What makes me look like an uncle? Is my skin not fair enough? Are my features not delicate enough? Or is my walking posture not elegant enough?" Qian Renxue splashed an arm out of the water and examined herself carefully in the candlelight.

With delicate lines, radiant skin, and long, slender fingertips, her hands are flawless beauties from any angle.

But that little brat, both times we met, both times he called me "Uncle" in a loud voice, so loud that the whole street could hear him.

Today was even better; right there on Vermilion Bird Street, in front of noble ladies and passersby, he told her, "I know you don't like women."

She does dislike women, which is logically sound, but the problem lies in the context, the tone, and the posture of standing on the wooden stool with her hands on her hips. It's clearly implying that the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire has homosexual tendencies!

"Pressuring for marriage." Qian Renxue squeezed out these two words through gritted teeth, her finger drawing a deep mark on the stone surface.

The Xue Ye, but she endured it; it was the emperor's command.

She endured the pressure from court officials to get married, as it was a matter of state.

But a six-year-old child, a six-year-old child selling milk tea, was urging her to get married on the street, saying he would introduce her to potential partners, and even saying that girls from the Skywater Academy wouldn't be interested in her?

When did her face, her status, become so low that a child has to worry about her?

What broke her defenses the most was that every word he said hit a nerve with her, one that she couldn't refute.

It's true that she's in her mid-twenties and still unmarried.

It's true that she has no scandals whatsoever.

People say that others her age already have several children, and it's true, they do have several.

Every word was the truth, every word pierced the same wound. She couldn't even find a legitimate reason to get angry, because everything they said was true.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, buried her face in the water, and exhaled a string of gurgling bubbles.

She was the young master of the Spirit Hall, a genius with Innate Full Soul Power level twenty, and a top-tier undercover agent who had infiltrated the Heaven Dou Empire for over a decade without ever revealing a flaw. What conspiracies and schemes hadn't she seen?

What kind of human scheming and manipulation haven't I overcome? Yet today, I was rendered speechless by a little kid in a Penguin Suit standing on the street, and in the end, I could only utter a few weak and ineffective threats before fleeing in disarray.

Saying "If you don't come, I'll shut your Milk Tea Shop down"—what kind of threat is that, from a three-year-old?

She gave herself a bad review in her mind as soon as she finished speaking.

"It's all that Evil Penguin Cub's fault," she mumbled in the water, as another string of bubbles rose to the surface.

"Click--click--click--"

The sound of shovels digging echoed in the narrow tunnel. Jiang Lan's Blue Robe sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, revealing her two small, lotus-root-like arms. With one shovel, she could scoop up half a basket of soil.

Doro followed behind him, using a custom-made small shovel to shovel the soil aside. Two small Little Icefire Dragons flew around in the tunnel as mobile light sources. The Fire Dragon provided illumination, while the Ice Dragon blew cool air to the sweating man and soul. They worked together seamlessly.

"Doro, how long have we been digging?" Jiang Lan wiped the sweat from his forehead; the back of his Blue Robe was soaked, and a strand of his high ponytail was damp with sweat and stuck to his cheek.

Doro pulled a small hourglass from his pocket, glanced at it, then looked up at Jiang Lan innocently with his large purple eyes. "About two hours."

Jiang Lan scratched his head and said, "We should be there. Let's dig upwards."

They said they would start digging upwards, no matter where they got.

Jiang Lan pushed the shovel upwards, loosening the soil, and several clods of earth fell from above, landing on his Blue Robe.

He squinted and looked up, vaguely seeing a layer of stone slabs above, with a faint light shining through the cracks in the slabs.

"This should be it!" Jiang Lan rubbed his hands excitedly, then turned back and gestured to Doro that they were ready to go up.

Doro immediately absorbed the two small dragons into his body, his short hands gripping the miniature shovel tightly. His large purple eyes gleamed in the dark tunnel. The man and the soul exchanged a glance and took a deep breath at the same time.

"Three, two, one—open!"

Jiang Lan used a shovel to pry open the stone slab above her head, and a carved floor tile flew off with a thud.

He gripped the edge of the tunnel with both hands, kicked his short legs against the tunnel wall a couple of times, and poked half his body out of the tunnel like a nimble penguin.

"Doro! We succeeded--"

Jiang Lan's voice abruptly stopped.

The air was filled with the fragrance of rose petals, the candlelight flickered, and the steam roses were in the air.

A huge marble bathtub occupied the center of the room. The water was crystal clear, and a layer of red rose petals floated on the surface. A woman lay half-reclined in the bathtub, her skin as white as snow, and her long golden hair cascaded into the water like a waterfall.

On that stunningly beautiful face, a pair of phoenix eyes were wide open, staring intently at the head that had emerged from the floor.

Qian Renxue: "..."

Jiang Lan: "..."

Qian Renxue frozen in the bathtub, speechless.

Her brain was frantically processing the image before her: a hole in her bathroom floor, and inside the hole was a head.

That head had a signature high ponytail reminiscent of a knight-errant, and next to it was a white, round head with large purple eyes staring unblinkingly at her.

It's that penguin.

That evil penguin chick who publicly urged her to get married on Vermilion Bird Street during the day and asked her if she had any unusual fetishes.

He was just crawling out from under her bathroom floor, covered in mud from head to toe, with a mud stain on his cheek, and his expression was even more shocked than hers.

At the edge of the bath, a small, fiery red dragon flew out of the cave and curiously circled halfway around the water.

The Fire Dragon's breath scattered the rose petals on the water's surface, and Qian Renxue subconsciously glanced down at herself.

Then she suddenly came to her senses, grabbed a towel from the edge of the pool and pressed it tightly to her chest. The shock in her phoenix eyes instantly turned into a mixture of shame and anger.