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

Chapter 583 Qian Renxue Returns to Wuhun City

Dai Chengfeng kissed her lips again.

Liu Erlong let out a soft sob, like a final resistance, or a declaration of surrender.

She closed her eyes, her arms tightening unconsciously around his neck, and began to respond awkwardly, yet with a bit more boldness than the night before.

Her response was undoubtedly the best encouragement.

Dai Chengfeng let out a satisfied sigh, kissing her more deeply and forcefully, his hands, which were around her waist, began to slide erratically along her back.

Even through the undergarment, I could feel the beautiful curves and the warmth of her skin.

In her confusion, Liu Erlong was laid down on the soft bed.

As his clothes were removed one by one, the cool air touched his skin, causing a shiver, but it was quickly covered by his burning body temperature.

Liu Erlong felt like a small boat in a storm, completely controlled by Dai Chengfeng...

Liu Erlong opened her eyes groggily and saw Dai Chengfeng's forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

She suddenly reached out and cupped his face in her hands, offering her lips to him.

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in the afternoon.

When Liu Erlong woke up from her coma, the sunlight outside the window had already turned a warm orange-yellow, lazily filtering through the window frame and casting long, slanted patches of light on the smooth floor.

The spot beside her was empty, and the touch was slightly cool, but the warm breath that belonged only to Dai Chengfeng told her that he had not been gone for long.

Liu Erlong took a deep breath and tried to move his body.

Compared to the utterly helpless state I was in this morning, I'm much better now.

She propped herself up on her arms and slowly sat up. The silk quilt slipped off, revealing skin covered with ambiguous red marks.

As far as the eye could see, the bed sheets were disheveled and wrinkled...

Her cheeks burned uncontrollably again.

But strangely, this time, the embarrassment lacked the helplessness and panic of someone just waking up, and instead contained a sense of resignation and calm after everything had settled down.

The deed had already happened, and it had happened so thoroughly. Recalling those details, besides feeling her face burning, a secret sense of satisfaction, which she herself did not want to delve into, also rose deep in her heart.

She threw back the covers, stepped barefoot onto the cool floor, and slowly picked up the clothes scattered around her, carefully putting them on one by one.

She stood before the dressing table, and looking at herself in the mirror, she was stunned.

The woman in the mirror had slightly disheveled hair, and her eyes were shimmering with tears. Her originally somewhat resolute eyebrows and eyes were now incredibly soft, and her cheeks were flushed with a natural blush. She truly had a face like a peach blossom.

It was a delicate charm that emanated from her very being, a charm that came from being thoroughly nourished by rain and dew, quite different from her usual image.

Is this... what I look like?

Liu Erlong stretched out her finger and gently touched her reflection in the mirror. She was filled with mixed feelings, including shyness, confusion, and a hint of uncertain anticipation for the future.

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The Heavenly Dou Empire, with Heavenly Dou City as its center of power.

Inside the study of the Crown Prince's palace, the lights were already on, illuminating the room as bright as day.

Xue Qinghe had just finished reviewing the last memorial of the day and gently placed the vermilion brush, a symbol of supreme authority, on the brush holder.

He, or rather she, Qian Renxue, raised her hand and rubbed her slightly swollen brow with her fingertips.

Maintaining a highly focused mental state for an extended period of time, even with her cultivation level, caused her to feel a slight fatigue.

However, this exhaustion was worthwhile. The last potential and significant threat had been skillfully eliminated, and her position as crown prince was now as secure as a mountain.

The supreme throne, so close yet seemingly within reach, appeared to be within easy reach.

After more than a decade of lurking, scheming, and meticulous planning, even at the cost of getting her hands stained with blood, she is finally close to reaching this point.

"Your Highness, all obstacles have now been cleared as planned."

A deep voice rang out from the shadowy corner of the study. Like a ghost, the figure of the Porcupine Douluo quietly appeared and respectfully bowed to the figure behind the desk.

"When the time is right, everything will fall into place naturally."

Qian Renxue, or rather, the one perfectly playing the role of "Xue Qinghe" at this moment, revealed a faint smile on her face, the smile of a victor.

But deep within that smile lay an unspeakable weariness.

She succeeded, but the joy of success didn't seem as intense as she had imagined.

"Thank you for your hard work, Elder Porcupinefish."

Her voice was calm and even, revealing little joy at her impending ascension to the pinnacle of power, but rather a sense of detachment after everything had settled down.

She rose from the large chair, walked slowly to the window, and pushed open the exquisitely carved wooden window.

A cool night breeze caressed my face.

She looked up, her gaze seemingly piercing through the layers of palaces, looking towards the distant south, to her true home—Wuhun City.

That place holds her most complex memories: Bibi Dong, her mother with whom she had a nominally distant relationship but who actually stirred her complex emotions; and her most beloved and respected grandfather, Qian Daoliu.

as well as……

Dai Chengfeng!
"What has that little tiger done?"

Thinking.

“Elder Prickly Porcupine,” Qian Renxue suddenly spoke up, “the overall situation in Tiandou is settled, and there shouldn’t be any fundamental changes in the short term.”

The Porcupine Douluo bowed slightly and cautiously replied, "Your Highness is absolutely right."

"After this battle, no one in the court can shake Your Highness's position. I wonder what Your Highness's next steps are?"

The porcupine keenly sensed that the prince's emotions seemed somewhat unusual at this moment.

Qian Renxue turned around, and the bright candlelight in the study illuminated her delicate but slightly tired profile. The gentle and refined disguise that belonged to "Xue Qinghe" seemed to have faded a little at this moment, revealing some of Qian Renxue's true emotions.

"I miss... Grandpa a little."

A hint of undisguised surprise flashed in the eyes of the Porcupine Douluo.

"Your Highness, if we leave now, what if..."

Qian Renxue raised her hand, interrupting him. Her tone remained calm, yet it exuded an air of confidence that she was in control of everything: "It's alright."

"I will announce to the public that my old illness has relapsed and I need to leave Tiandou City to find a quiet place to recuperate for a period of time."

"The daily affairs of the court will be temporarily handled by the trusted ministers we have supported. In case of urgent matters, they can be reported to me through secret channels for decision-making."

"Nothing will go wrong."

She paused, her gaze returning to the boundless night outside the window. Her voice softened, yet grew more resolute: "I really should... go back and take a look."

The Porcupine Douluo has followed Qian Renxue for many years and knows her personality well; once she makes a decision, she rarely changes it.

Seeing that Qian Renxue's mind was made up, and that her arrangements, though seemingly risky, were actually meticulous, he said no more and bowed deeply.
"I understand. When does Your Highness plan to depart? I will make the arrangements immediately to ensure everything goes smoothly."

"As soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)