Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 446 Tonight, it seems... we can't escape our fate.
Dai Chengfeng's spirits lifted, and he immediately slipped behind the huge floor-length velvet curtains, holding his breath and concealing his presence, like a hunter waiting for his prey to step into a trap.

"Squeak-"

With a soft sound, the heavy, ornate doors of the palace were pushed open.

Bibi Dong, dressed in a magnificent purple papal robe, wearing a purple-gold crown, and holding a scepter, slowly walked in.

Her face showed a hint of fatigue, and her brows still held the thoughtfulness and authority that remained after the meeting.

Clearly, the meeting lasted a long time and took a lot of her time.

She instinctively reached out to close the palace door, but suddenly stopped.

Her exquisitely beautiful nostrils twitched slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in her deep purple eyes.

wrong.

The smell in the air... has changed.

It's no longer the familiar, cool incense, but... a rich, fragrant, natural floral scent, mixed with... the aroma of food?

And a very faint, almost imperceptible trace of... her traitorous disciple's aura?
Bibi Dong instantly became alert, her fatigue vanished, and her gaze sharpened as she quickly swept across the entire palace.

Then, she was completely stunned.

What catches the eye are the vibrant roses beside the dressing table, the elegant lilies on the small table by the window, and the unnamed wildflowers exuding a delicate fragrance by the bedside...

On the round table in the center of the room, exquisite dishes were laid out, candlesticks stood quietly to the side, and a bottle of red wine that looked expensive and two crystal wine glasses waited silently.

This...what's going on?

Who dared to break into her palace without permission and make such...such arrangements?

The female guard couldn't possibly be that bold!

A name rushed into her mind almost instantly.

Dai, Cheng, Feng!

Besides that lawless and audacious traitor, who else would dare to do such a thing?!

He's here? And he's been here for a while? And he secretly arranged all of this?
Did he really take that helpless promise he made during the day seriously?

And why are they so... so eager to fulfill their promise?

Bibi Dong's cheeks flushed red almost uncontrollably, the blush spreading all the way to behind her ears.

The image of Dai Chengfeng's persistent coaxing, threats, and inducements in the Papal Palace during the day, ultimately leading to her humiliating compromise, resurfaced in her mind, filling her with intense shame and... a touch of indescribable heart palpitation.

She stood at the doorway, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Go in?

Faced with this clearly meticulously arranged and suggestive scene?

Or should I turn around and leave immediately?

Her gaze swept over the flowers, wine, and delicacies once more... The anger in her heart gradually dissipated, replaced by an extremely complex emotion.

This rebellious disciple... actually put in some effort?

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her wildly beating heart, and with a stern face, attempted to regain her papal authority, speaking in a cold voice:

"come out!"

The sound echoed in the quiet palace, yet carried a faint, almost imperceptible tremor.

No one responded.

Only the evening breeze blowing in from outside the window gently stirred the curtains. Bibi Dong narrowed her purple eyes, her gaze shooting like lightning towards the slightly swaying heavy curtains.

She sensed it; there was an aura there that she was extremely familiar with. Although she tried her best to conceal it, how could it completely hide from her?
"I'm saying this for the last time, come out!"

Her voice was colder, carrying an unquestionable command.

A soft, ingratiating laugh came from behind the curtains.

Then, the curtains were lifted, and Dai Chengfeng stepped out from behind, a bright yet slightly roguish smile on his face, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her, showing no embarrassment at being discovered.

"Teacher, you're back!"
"He said with a grin, as if he had only done a trivial thing, "The meeting must have been tiring, right?"

"I saw that you hadn't returned so late, and I figured you must be hungry, so I took the liberty of having someone prepare some food for you."

"And these flowers, I saw they were in full bloom in the garden, so I picked some to add some life to your room, teacher. Do you like them?"

As he spoke, he naturally walked towards Bibi Dong, and very easily took the papal scepter, which symbolized supreme authority, from her hand, placing it on the weapon rack beside her. Then, he very naturally reached out to remove her elaborate and gorgeous papal robe.

Bibi Dong subconsciously took a half step back, avoiding his hand, her cheeks flushing even redder, and said in embarrassment and annoyance:
"Who told you to do this?!"

"How dare you decorate my palace as you please? And who gave you permission to hide here?!"

Dai Chengfeng immediately put on a wronged expression and blinked his eyes: "Teacher, you clearly promised me during the day... I just... came to wait for you in advance."

"I was afraid of disturbing you by coming too early, so I thought of giving you a surprise..."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the dishes on the table, his tone becoming even more aggrieved.

"Look, these dishes are almost cold. I've reheated them several times, hoping you could eat them while they're hot when you get back."

Bibi Dong followed his gaze and saw that the dishes were indeed arranged very exquisitely, clearly prepared with care.

Her gaze swept over the flowers again. The fragrance of flowers and the aroma of food mingled in the air, easing her fatigue and the dullness of the meeting.

Looking at Dai Chengfeng's "seeking praise" yet "feigning grievance" appearance, she could no longer muster any anger in her heart, leaving only a sense of helplessness and a subtle ripple of feeling after being carefully treated.

This rebellious disciple always finds a way to make her angry, yet she also always finds a way to soften her heart...

She took a deep breath, trying to ignore her racing heart and burning cheeks, and spoke in a calm tone:

"When did I agree to... agree to these things?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them; it was simply a cover-up.

Sure enough, Dai Chengfeng immediately took a step closer, almost touching her, lowered his head, and his hot breath sprayed onto her sensitive earlobe and neck. His voice was low and laced with a seductive smile:
"Teacher...you are His Holiness the Pope, your words are law, how can you go back on your word?"

“You clearly said ‘come to my room tonight’…and you said ‘just once’…I heard it clearly, and I haven’t forgotten a single word.”

His fingertips brushed lightly against the collar of her papal robe.

Bibi Dong trembled all over, as if electrocuted, and abruptly slapped his hand away, her voice trembling:

“You…you are so outrageous!”

"Disciples don't dare."

Dai Chengfeng readily took a half step back, but his gaze became even more intense as he stared intently at her. "Teacher, you must be tired and hungry. Would you like to eat something first?"

"These are all your favorite foods."

Bibi Dong looked into Dai Chengfeng's expectant eyes, which clearly reflected her own flustered and embarrassed state.

She knew that tonight she was probably...doomed.

(End of this chapter)