Qian Daoliu: Bibi Dong, I Have Another Grandson?!!

When Qian Daoliu reached this point, the diary in his hand had been squeezed full of wrinkles.

His chest heaved continuously.

"Bibi Dong gave birth to twins?"

"I have another grandson?"

Qian Daoliu raised his head, his aged face filled with shock.

Qian Renxue was his granddaughter.

She was the bloodline he had treasured most all this time.

Yet he had never known that Bibi Dong had given birth to a boy as well back then.

Even less had anyone told him that this child had been sent to the Far North.

Qian Daoliu continued flipping through the pages.

Only a few sentences left behind by Bibi Dong remained in the final pages of the diary.

"He won't come back alive."

"Even if he survives by some stroke of luck, he could never learn his true identity."

"Qian Xunji, you ruined my entire life."

"I will never let that child return to Spirit Hall."

Qian Daoliu closed the diary.

The candlelight on the desk flickered softly.

He stood there for a long while before turning and walking out of the study.

Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong sat atop the raised platform.

She wore a purple-black gown, its hem spread along the steps.

Her fair arms emerged from the wide sleeves, while a golden sash cinched her slender waist.

Her long hair fell down her back, and her brows and eyes carried an air of nobility and aloofness.

Qian Daoliu pushed open the door and entered.

Bibi Dong raised her eyes to look at him.

"What brings you here?"

Qian Daoliu placed the diary on the table.

"This. Are you going to explain it?"

Bibi Dong's gaze fell on the diary's cover.

She was silent for a moment before suddenly laughing softly.

"There's nothing to explain."

"There were indeed two children back then."

Qian Daoliu's fingers slowly tightened.

"What happened to the boy?"

"He died."

"Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Bibi Dong raised her eyes.

"You should know what kind of place the Far North is."

"How could a newborn child sent there possibly survive?"

"He was your child!"

Qian Daoliu looked at her.

"You actually abandoned your own flesh and blood?"

The smile gradually disappeared from Bibi Dong's face.

She rose to her feet.

Her purple-black gown slid along the steps, revealing a section of her fair ankle.

"He wasn't my child."

"He was merely the bastard Qian Xunji left behind."

"Whenever I see him, I'm reminded of those days."

Qian Daoliu fell silent.

He could not accept such an explanation.

No matter who that child's father was, his bloodline would not change because of it.

"You kept Renxue by your side, yet sent your other child to die."

"Bibi Dong, how could you do this?"

Bibi Dong raised a hand to support her forehead.

A sickly smile surfaced on her fair face.

"Because Qian Renxue is my daughter."

"That child was a boy."

"He's already dead."

Qian Daoliu looked at her.

"I don't believe you."

Bibi Dong did not answer.

Qian Daoliu turned and walked toward the hall's exit.

"I'm going to investigate what happened back then."

"I'm going to find that child."

"As long as he's still alive, I'll bring him back."

Bibi Dong stood on the raised platform, watching his retreating figure.

"Don't waste your effort."

Qian Daoliu stopped in his tracks.

Bibi Dong gripped the edge of the table, emotions suppressed for years showing in her eyes.

"He's dead."

"That child died long ago."

"You'll never find him."

Qian Daoliu did not turn around.

"Alive, I'll see him; dead, I'll see his corpse."

With those words, he stepped out of the Papal Palace.

The hall doors slowly closed.

Bibi Dong stood alone atop the raised platform.

Only after Qian Daoliu's presence had completely faded did the smile on her face disappear bit by bit.

She lowered her head and looked at the diary on the desk.

Her fingertip came to rest on that yellowed page.

"Qian Xunji..."

Bibi Dong raised her hand and gently covered her eyes.

Tears slipped through her fingers.

"This was all your fault."

Crown Prince's Residence.

Late at night.

Qian Renxue emerged from the bathing pool.

Droplets slid down her golden hair, passed over her fair shoulders and neck, and finally fell to the floor.

She reached out and picked up a long dress.

It was women's clothing she rarely wore.

The pale golden skirt fell from her slender waist, its hem embroidered with fine angel patterns.

The shoulder straps accentuated her graceful shoulders, and the skirt stopped above her knees, revealing a pair of long, fair legs.

Qian Renxue stood before the mirror and swept her long hair behind her.

The woman in the mirror had delicate features, and her brows and eyes carried the sacred air bestowed by the Angel Martial Soul.

The lamplight fell across her skin, casting a gentle sheen.

She looked for a long while.

"If Qian Chen saw me like this, would he be attracted to me?"

The words had barely left her mouth when Qian Renxue immediately pressed her lips together.

She placed a hand over her chest.

Her heart was beating rapidly.

All these years, she had lived under the identity of Xue Qinghe.

Every day, she wore luxurious robes, concealed her true appearance and aura, and maintained the Crown Prince's dignity before everyone.

Only after night fell could she change back into her true appearance.

Qian Renxue looked toward the mirror again.

"I'm just coming out for a walk once in a while."

"I don't have any other thoughts."

She comforted herself this way, yet still took out a golden hairpin and rearranged her hair once more.

After confirming that her dress had no wrinkles, Qian Renxue pushed open the door and left the Crown Prince's Residence.

The streets of Heaven Dou City had already grown quiet.

Moonlight spilled over the eaves and stone roads, while the footsteps of patrolling guards occasionally sounded in the distance.

Qian Renxue walked slowly along the street.

She had brought no maidservant, nor had she allowed the Royal Guard to follow her.

At this moment, she was simply Qian Renxue.

Not Heaven Dou's Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe.

When she passed a lakeside, Qian Renxue stopped.

The lake reflected the moonlight, rippling with scattered silver glints.

Just then, a familiar aura came from ahead.

Qian Chen stood by the lake.

His white robes fluttered gently in the night wind, and his black hair hung down his back.

He looked up at the night sky, a half-eaten Snow Orchid Pastry still in his hand.

Qian Renxue's heart stirred.

She slowed her steps, pretending it was her first time seeing Qian Chen.

"It's so late. Did you come out to look at the moon too?"

Qian Chen turned around.

Moonlight fell across Qian Renxue's face.

Her golden gown contrasted with the night, while her fair skin appeared dazzling beneath the moonlight.

A faint fragrance drifted from her, carrying the fresh sweetness left by her bath, along with a trace of the unique purity of the Angel Martial Soul.

Qian Chen glanced at her.

"You are?"

Qian Renxue's heart tightened.

She quickly maintained her calm expression.

"My name is Qian Renxue."

"And you?"

"Qian Chen."

Qian Renxue nodded lightly.

"That's a lovely name."

"You're quite special too."

Qian Chen looked at her without exposing her disguise.

The aura of the Six-Winged Angel could be concealed, but her appearance could not be changed completely.

Moreover, he and Qian Renxue were connected by blood.

The instant she stood before him, Qian Chen had already recognized her.

"You came out alone. Aren't you worried about running into danger?"

Qian Renxue raised her eyes to look at him.

"Heaven Dou City is the imperial capital, and guards patrol even at night."

"Besides, I'm not an ordinary person."

She raised her jade-like hand.

Pale golden light swept across her fingertips before quickly dissipating.