A Bloody Incident Caused by a Stocking

As night fell, Qian Renxue and Lin Luo practiced their court dance as usual. Qian Renxue was unusually strict today, and Lin Luo would get a good beating if he made a mistake.

Xue Lian didn't like watching court dances, so she jumped down from Ye Lingling's arms and ran to play in her mothers' bedroom by herself.

She climbed onto the bed, grabbed the black stockings that Qian Renxue had taken off, looked at them curiously, and then laughed as she wrapped them around her head.

Xue Lian stretched out her hands and ran out happily, seemingly finding the hazy feeling of her eyes being covered by black stockings quite amusing. Before she knew it, she had run to Lin Luo's room and was happily bouncing around on her brother's bed.

As she hopped around, the little girl took off the black hairpin wrapped around her head, tossed it aside, and then lay down on Lin Luo's blanket and fell asleep.

After a long while, Ye Lingling's voice came from outside.

Xue Lian woke up groggily, rubbing her eyes with her little hands, slowly climbed out of bed, yawning as she ran towards her mother.

"Don't run around, you almost made Mom lose you! Where did you go just now?"

"Sleeping in my brother's room."

"You have your own room, why are you running into your brother's room?"

Ye Lingling carried Xue Lian back.

They ran into Lin Luo on the way, who was exhausted from finishing his work.

Ye Lingling asked, amused, "What did you do today? Why does the Crown Prince seem even angrier than yesterday?"

Lin Luo: "..."

He rolled his eyes at Ye Lingling, went back to his room, and fell asleep the moment his head hit the bed.

In the bedroom.

After taking a bath, Qian Renxue sat angrily on the edge of the bed. Ye Lingling asked curiously, "What's wrong today?"

"It's nothing... Being a mother is really tough." Qian Renxue lay down, equally exhausted.

She turned to look at Ye Lingling and said, "Lingling, what will you do if Lian'er gets married in the future?"

"Of course I'm heartbroken. What else can I do? My Xiao Bai, which I've nurtured for so long, has been taken by a man. It's just too painful to think about."

Qian Renxue was amused.

She then asked, "How's Lin Luo's relationship with Xue Fu going?"

Ye Lingling: "Xue Fu still likes your son very much, but your son doesn't seem very interested in her."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue suddenly felt wide awake.

She immediately stood up and asked, "Why?"

Ye Lingling: "Then I don't know. Maybe Xue Fu isn't his type?"

Qian Renxue: "So what type does he like?"

"How would I know? He's your son, not mine... He's probably the opposite type of Xue Fu?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue said helplessly, "I don't care what type of girl he likes, but it has to be through normal channels. Boys this age... are too prone to making mistakes."

Ye Lingling's eyes suddenly lit up. "I think I smell some gossip."

"Go to sleep, it was all just my wild guesses."

Qian Renxue her eyes at her.

The next day.

School hasn't started these past two days, so it doesn't matter whether Lin Luo goes to the academy or not. However, Xue Qian specially sent someone to the palace today to invite Lin Luo to the Great Soul Arena.

As the vice-captain, this guy got incredibly excited when he heard that the team was going to participate in this year's Soul Master Tournament.

Despite being a support-type Soul Master, he's as warlike as a Power Attack System Soul Master.

Lin Luo naturally kept the appointment.

Their team's current mission is not only to train in real combat, but also to select a seventh teammate.

However, the selection of teammates will have to wait until after the start of the school year.

In the morning, after finishing her official duties in the study, Qian Renxue rested her chin on her hand and began to worry about her son's upbringing.

I always felt that boys have more developmental issues than girls.

If it were a little girl, the only concern would be whether she would be harmed by others. But for a little boy, the concern isn't just whether he would harm others; in Qian Renxue's case, there's also the worry that her son might be corrupted by other delinquent girls.

Thinking of this, she left the study and secretly walked towards Lin Luo's room.

The little secrets in one's heart can definitely be found in the room.

Although this act of invading privacy is wrong, Qian Renxue felt it was necessary to do so.

She was thinking about her son's mental health!

Moreover, since I'm doing it secretly, Lin Luo definitely won't find out.

Upon arriving at Lin Luo's room, Qian Renxue was surprised to find that the door was unlocked.

Ha! That's quite bold. Shouldn't teenage boys have many secrets?

Why are you so nonchalant?

Qian Renxue mentally complained and crept into the room.

The room was quite tidy, except the blankets were a bit messy.

She walked to the desk, raised her hand and flipped through the pages, trying to find any love letters written to Lin Luo, or love letters written by Lin Luo to someone, but ultimately found nothing.

This doesn't look like a teenager's room at all. It's so plain and simple, it's more like an old man's room.

Qian Renxue sat on the bed, amused, and braced herself with her hands behind her back, but her left hand seemed to touch something strange.

She scratched at it, then turned around and froze instantly.

Qian Renxue silently brought the stockings to her eyes. She examined them closely in her hand, her beautiful eyes suddenly widening. This seemed to be... the stockings she had just taken off yesterday.

No way... what are you doing here?

She was wondering last night where her stockings had gone.

Could it be...?

Qian Renxue gripped her stockings tightly and immediately walked towards the door, but then hesitated when she reached the doorway.

She went back and put the stockings back in the corner by the bed.

If Lin Luo comes back and finds her stockings missing, she'll definitely realize someone came in and noticed, which will be very embarrassing.

But... this behavior is clearly wrong. Should I take this opportunity to give him a good talking-to?

Qian Renxue sat blankly on the edge of the bed, her heart filled with unprecedented panic.

Could it be because we started sleeping in separate beds too late that he's become attached to me...?

Or is he simply interested in worn stockings, regardless of who wore them?

Qian Renxue Qian Renxue thought anxiously. She tried to tell herself that this was a normal thing for a teenage boy to do, but it was still hard for her to accept that it had happened to her.

The relationship is already a bit strained; if we confront them directly, it might break down completely.

Thinking of this, Qian Renxue finally decided to put the stockings back, but at the same time, she also decided to subtly guide her son to have the right values.

She stood up, almost losing her balance, and swayed as she walked towards the door, then gently closed it back to its original position.

After returning to her study, Qian Renxue continued to handle state affairs, but she was always absent-minded.

At this stage where her son has lost patience with her, how can she convey correct values without being abrupt or presumptuous?

She was extremely conflicted.

Around noon.

A voice called from outside, "Pufferfish Master, the young master is back."

Qian Renxue looked up. "Understood."

Lin Luo returned to his room and lay down on the bed, feeling exhausted. Xue Qian was really something else; he had arranged five matches in just one morning.

He stretched, but his hand accidentally touched something that felt strange.