Entering Slaughter City

Bibi Dong fell silent when she heard Li Changqing's words.

As if resigned to her fate, she pleaded, "Please, don't do this."

Li Changqing breathed against Bibi Dong's ear. "Rest assured, Your Holiness. I was only scaring you. I don't like being interrupted when I'm in the middle of something, either."

With that, Li Changqing burst out laughing.

"Where are your chambers, Your Holiness? I'm sure you don't want to end up in a cave like last time."

Bibi Dong reluctantly showed Li Changqing the way.

With Li Changqing's strength, no one noticed him carrying Bibi Dong back to her chambers.

From then on, the Pope did not attend morning court.

Bibi Dong did not go to the Papal Hall to handle Spirit Hall affairs for two days straight. Though the staff were puzzled, none dared ask.

After all, Bibi Dong's word had always been law in Spirit Hall. No one dared question her decisions.

She had only been missing for two days. Surely a mighty Titled Douluo could not come to harm without anyone knowing?

That day, Li Changqing looked at Bibi Dong lying limp on the large bed. He smiled faintly, gripped her chin, and forced her to meet his eyes.

"I trust Your Holiness won't forget me this time."

Endless fury blazed in Bibi Dong's eyes, but Li Changqing paid it no mind. He wanted to provoke her a little more.

"I nearly forgot to tell you. Xue Qinghe—no, I should say Qian Renxue—found out about our time together three years ago. Can you guess how she reacted?"

Despair and shame joined the anger in Bibi Dong's eyes, and tears spilled down her cheeks.

Li Changqing continued to needle her. "Oh, that's right. The look in her eyes then was exactly like the look in Your Holiness's