Qian Renxue Drives Qian Daoliu Away

He then focused his gaze on the twelve wings behind Lin Luo, squinting as he examined them, but he couldn't discern anything from their appearance.

Just as Qian Daoliu was about to reach out and touch the wings, he suddenly heard a clear shout from the side, "Don't touch them!"

His granddaughter's shout startled Qian Daoliu, who was intently examining the wings. He touched his old heart and complained, "You scared this old man! Why can't I touch it?"

Qian Renxue protectively pulled her son over.

"If you don't care about him, why would you let him touch you?"

Qian Renxue's pretty face was serious, and she did not back down.

Didn't you promise that if my son awakens the Angel Martial Soul, you'll be good to him?

My son has already awakened into Twelve-Winged Angel, far more powerful than Six-Winged Angel, and yet you still treat him like this?

You old geezer, do you really think I have no temper?

I told you to get rid of Bo Saixi, but did you? You were even chatting and laughing with her.

Qian Daoliu was speechless for a moment, then pointed at Lin Luo and questioned, "... Is this Angel Martial Soul? Does having wings necessarily mean it's Angel Martial Soul?"

Qian Renxue snorted coldly upon hearing this, "Heh, you're right. It's not Angel Martial Soul. Luo'er, show the guest out."

Lin Luo immediately withdrew his Martial Soul, swaggered forward, and made a cold "please" gesture.

Qian Daoliu stared, took a step back, and then looked back at Bo Saixi, his expression slightly embarrassed.

The latter shrugged, with an expression that said, "I live in the palace anyway, you figure it out yourself."

Qian Daoliu was at a loss for words. Qian Renxue had never disobeyed him in all her life, but for Lin Luo's sake, his granddaughter had disobeyed him dozens of times.

"You... you little brat, you're trying to kick me out?"

He asked incredulously.

Qian Renxue lightly touched her brow with her fingertips, transforming into Xue Qinghe's appearance, and said in a male voice, "If you don't leave now, I'll shout that there are assassins."

Qian Daoliu: "..."

To his utter surprise, before he could even examine the specifics of his Martial Soul, his granddaughter had already driven him away.

Standing outside the palace, Qian Daoliu turned to look at the palace walls, gritting his teeth and saying, "Fine, fine, they've all grown wings!"

He turned and walked down the empty street, looking at the desolate scene under the curfew, and muttered pitifully, "There's not even a place to stay. I guess I'll have to stay at the temple..."

"He... he... he's already gone? That Qian Daoliu is such a coward, he doesn't even have the dignity of a grandfather."

Bo Saixi stood up in surprise, looking in the direction Qian Daoliu had gone.

"My grandfather passed away. You must be happy about that, right?"

From behind came Qian Renxue's voice, the tone of which was indistinct.

Bo Saixi curled her lips into a smile, turned to look at the mother and son, and said, "Oh, was I that obvious?"

Qian Renxue and Lin Luo nodded in unison.

Bo Saixi dropped the pretense and said smugly, "After all, I have to develop new dishes every day in the imperial kitchen. If Qian Daoliu comes, he'll only cause me trouble. It's better for him to stay far away."

Qian Renxue, holding her son, looked at her and said, "This is exactly what I'm thinking."

After that old man left, the girl kept hugging Lin Luo, looking like she was really afraid I would take her son away... Bo Saixi glanced at the two people in front of her, but didn't say anything.

Her task was to stay by Lin Luo's side, and right now, she was engrossed in researching new dishes in the imperial kitchen every day, so she didn't have time to come over and compete with her for her son.

"It's late, Luo'er, you should get some rest. I'll come see you another day."

After Bo Saixi finished speaking, he turned and left.

Just then, Qian Renxue's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Wait, I have a question."

Bo Saixi: "Speak."

Qian Renxue: "On the day of the full moon banquet, you won't be in charge of all the dinners, will you?"

Bo Saixi turned around, chin held high with pride. "Of course, look forward to it, I've already developed 23 new dishes."

Lin Luo: "..."

Sorry, I'm not expecting anything.

Not only did he not expect it, he also thought Xue Ye had gone mad.

No, if it was Bo Saixi who insisted on taking responsibility for that banquet, Xue Ye probably couldn't do anything about it, since the other party was Limit Douluo and she could only agree.

Only after Bo Saixi left did Qian Renxue truly release her son.

She patted Lin Luo's bottom, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "That's enough for today. Take a shower and go to bed."

Lin Luo looked up at her. She was really suffering. As long as Bo Saixi didn't leave, she would worry about me being taken away.

In the following days, Qian Renxue began to implement her plan to work on her relationship with Ye Lingling. Lin Luo inquired about it and heard that the two were now able to hug and hold hands normally... Of course, Qian Renxue was still somewhat resistant.

A week passed just like that.

Today is an important day.

The day Qian Renxue planned to reveal her gender secret to Ye Lingling.

On the carriage Great Soul Arena, Lin Luo grasped his mother's delicate little hand and encouraged her, "Good luck, I'll be waiting for your message tonight."

Qian Renxue nodded silently.

A message came from She Long's side saying that Ning Fengzhi had already set off for the Prime Minister's residence yesterday, presumably to discuss matchmaking.

Now that they've already started, Qian Renxue has no choice but to speed things up.

In the past few days, she has already found out the specific details of Ye Lingling's sect.

In response to the sect's future development and the opportunities it lacked, Qian Renxue used her status as crown prince and the advantages she would have after becoming emperor to create a detailed development plan for the sect.

If Ye Lingling were smart, she would definitely realize that this was a rare opportunity, and there was even hope that the Nine Heart Begonia Sect could one day be among the Upper Three Sects.

Lin Luo got off the carriage and walked towards his teammates, while Ye Lingling waved to Qian Renxue in the carriage through the air. Then the seven of them entered the Great Soul Arena.

Qian Renxue waited anxiously outside for the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn.

The seven people finally came out, Ye Lingling ran towards the carriage quite naturally, her back view showing great joy.

Xue Ke was consumed by jealousy. Mustering her courage, she grabbed Lin Luo and asked in a low voice, "What exactly is Ye Lingling's relationship with the Crown Prince?"

The other five people all looked over.

"It's been so long, I thought you weren't curious at all..." Lin Luo thought to himself, then explained openly, "A romantic relationship. Dad's planning to marry Ye Lingling as the Crown Princess."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Xue Ke rolled her eyes and fainted.

"Auntie! Auntie!"

Xue Qian was surprised and immediately came over to help her, shouting, "What are you standing there for? Help me!"

Xue Fu asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Auntie?"

Lin Luo: "Low blood sugar, maybe."

"Ah?"

Ignoring the others' questions, Lin Luo turned to look at the departing carriage, feeling uneasy about how Ye Lingling would choose now that she knew the outcome.

If this Ning Fengzhi a marriage fails, Xue Ye will surely agree to the Crown Prince marrying the Prime Minister's daughter, as it would be extremely suitable in terms of sentiment, reason, and social standing.

Evening, at the teahouse.

Xue Ke had already woken up. As soon as she woke up, she hugged Xue Fu and cried, tears streaming down her face, shouting, "I don't want my Crown Prince brother to get married!"

Sigh, she's still just a ten-year-old girl. Her level of brother complex is almost on par with Xue Qian's level of sister complex.

As Lin Luo was complaining, he glanced outside and saw She Long driving the carriage back.