Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

But she is not Xue Qinghe at all; she is Qian Renxue, the successor of the Six-Winged Angel of the Spirit Hall.

Chapter 38 Mutual Performance

As a descendant of the Angels, one's martial soul must be a six-winged angel, and one's hair color must be as brilliant as gold; how could one possibly have black hair?

Blood test?

A cold glint flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes.

Eva is so bold!

What is Qian Renxue's true bloodline?

It's a six-winged angel! It's a god-level martial soul!

Once a thorough bloodline examination is conducted, the Soul Master may not be able to see through her disguise directly, but if they sense the divine aura and angelic power in her bloodline that far surpasses that of ordinary people, which is completely different from the royal bloodline of Emperor Xueye, wouldn't that be exposing their own identity?

Qian Renxue wouldn't do something so foolish as to expose her identity for a child that was definitely not hers.

If Eva says the child is hers, there's only one possibility: the child's martial spirit must be powerful enough to suppress or rival a six-winged angel, otherwise, the child wouldn't have blonde hair but instead manifest black hair.

But is that even possible?

Qian Renxue scoffed at this, saying that the Six-Winged Angel was a divinely bestowed martial soul, and was recognized as the existence at the very top of the martial soul system in Douluo Continent.

She absolutely refused to believe that Eva could possess a martial spirit that surpassed that of a six-winged angel.

In any case, this black hair is the most powerful proof!

Qian Renxue's gaze turned sharp and cold. The child was fake, and Eva's lie was obvious to her.

However, this is an excellent excuse and opportunity.

An opportunity to get close to Eva legitimately and win her over!

Regardless of whether the child is real or not, Eva's current status in the Heavenly Dou Palace is at its zenith, and Emperor Xueye dotes on her. The invisible power she wields is real.

If she could use the pretext of adopting Eva as her son to bind her to her own cause, or at least make her side in crucial moments, it would undoubtedly be a great help to her plan to control the Heavenly Dou Empire.

"Acting?"

A cold smile curved at the corner of Qian Renxue's lips.

Let's see who can act more realistically!

Eva wanted to use the child to trap her, so she turned the tables and used the child as a springboard to get close to Eva and gain her trust.

Having made up her mind, Qian Renxue immediately picked up her pen and wrote back.

“A personal message from Mrs. Eva:”

Your letter has been received; every word is like a hammer blow, piercing Qinghe's heart. Yesterday, upon first meeting your daughter, I was momentarily timid and filled with doubts—this was truly Qinghe's fault. Your wife is pure and virtuous, with deep and profound affection; how could Qinghe dare to doubt her?

Since the lady's words about bloodline can be verified, Qinghe trusts her character. Why need outsiders to intervene and cause unnecessary trouble?

Thinking back to that night at Fucui Palace, it was indeed Qinghe's recklessness that led to such a grave mistake.

My heart is breaking at the suffering of my wife and child. Tomorrow I will personally visit Fucui Palace to see my wife and daughter, and apologize in person to atone for their misery.

Xue Qinghe bowed his head.

After sending the letter, Qian Renxue leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and began to mentally rehearse the scene of recognizing Eva and her father the next day.

Every expression and every line of dialogue must be flawless.

She wanted to make Eva believe that Qian Renxue, out of guilt and longing for blood ties, was gradually falling into the tender trap she had carefully woven.

……

The next day, at Fucui Palace.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the delicate screens, and a faint, warm fragrance filled the air.

Eva leaned against the chaise longue, holding a swaddled baby in her arms; inside the swaddled baby was Snow White.

Her face radiated the gentle glow of a new mother, yet her eyes remained calm and still, even looking towards the palace gate with a hint of amusement.

When the eunuch announced, "His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived," Eva's smile deepened.

They've arrived.

Qian Renxue, dressed in simple, elegant casual clothes, walked in with steady steps.

Her face held a complex expression that perfectly balanced tension, guilt, expectation, and a hint of detachment.

Qian Renxue's gaze immediately fell on the swaddled baby in Eva's arms, her eyes instantly softening and even turning slightly red.

"Mrs. Eva."

Qian Renxue's voice was somewhat hoarse, and her posture while bowing was exceptionally low.

"Qinghe has come to see you and your child."

"Your Highness, please rise."

Eva's voice was so gentle it could melt hearts. She gestured for Qian Renxue to sit beside her. "Your Highness's presence is a great joy to us."

Qian Renxue sat down as instructed, her gaze fixed intently on the baby in the swaddling clothes.

She reached out and gently touched Snow White's soft cheek.

"She's so small."

Qian Renxue's voice was choked with emotion, her eyes filled with love and wonder.

After all, the Xue Qinghe she plays now is focused on national affairs and has no interest in women, having no concubines or children.

"Like you, madam, you are very beautiful."

Qian Renxue tries her best to play the role of a father who is facing his own bloodline for the first time and whose heart is filled with complex emotions.

Eva took in her performance, inwardly sneering, but outwardly showing satisfaction and emotion.

"I am relieved that Your Highness likes her. Your Highness, look closely at her eyebrows and eyes, don't they look a bit like yours?"

Eva guided Qian Renxue to look at the baby's still-developing features, trying to plant a seed of suggestion in her mind.

Qian Renxue remained unmoved, but her face betrayed her surprise and careful observation.

"Ah, it does look somewhat similar, especially the nose..."

Qian Renxue followed Eva's lead, trying her best to please her.

"Qinghe lost his composure yesterday."

Qian Renxue promptly revealed a look of guilt, glancing at Eva with an expression of utter remorse.

"Your Majesty suffered greatly during childbirth, yet Qinghe doubted you; this is truly inappropriate. Rest assured, Your Majesty, from this day forward, Qinghe will do everything in his power to protect you and our daughter. This is Qinghe's duty, and also his heartfelt intention!"

Qian Renxue's words were resounding, as if she were truly driven by fatherly love and responsibility.

Eva chuckled to herself: The fish has taken the bait.

What she was waiting for was Qian Renxue's promise and sense of guilt.

The more emotions you invest now, the deeper the guilt will be when the truth comes out, and that will lock her in forever.

"With Your Highness's words, I can die without regret."

Tears welled up in Eva's eyes as she gently rested her head on Qian Renxue's shoulder. Her voice was filled with reliance and happiness as she said, "From now on, my daughter and I will rely on Your Highness."

Qian Renxue's body stiffened for a moment, then she forced herself to relax.

The two nestled together, watching the baby sleeping peacefully in its swaddling clothes; the scene was warm and harmonious.

Snow White's inner thoughts: ...

Qian Renxue felt the weight on her shoulders and the lingering cold fragrance around her nose, her heart turned cold, and she felt that this performance was disgusting.

But for the sake of the greater good, we must be patient.

She even reached out and awkwardly and stiffly wrapped her arm around Eva's shoulder to show comfort and affection.

Eva, from an angle out of her sight, revealed a smug, confident smile.

Act on, act to your heart's content, my Crown Prince.

Eva murmured to herself, her gaze sweeping over Snow White's sleeping face.

Every bit of false fatherly love and guilt you're putting in right now is laying the foundation for my future throne.

When you witness the awakening of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul with your own eyes, how interesting will your expression be?

That overwhelming sense of guilt and responsibility is enough to make you obey my every word!

Eva seemed to have already seen the future: Qian Renxue collapsing and filled with remorse in the face of irrefutable evidence.

In order to make up for the debt he owed to his biological daughter and the concealment he had, he had no choice but to hand over more power, and even the resources of the Spirit Hall, to Eva.

Chapter 39 Time Flies

Inside the Library Pavilion of the Martial Soul Hall branch in Tianshuang City.

Inside the tranquil room, tall bookshelves stand side by side, and sunlight filters through the stained glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

Amidst the light and shadow, a figure slowly closed the heavy leather-bound book in their hands.

He was a boy who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a tall and straight figure like a bamboo shoot, wearing a plain white long robe that had been washed until it was almost white.

What is most striking is his long, silvery-white hair, woven like moonlight, which falls smoothly to his waist, with a few strands draped lazily over his shoulders.

When he raised his head, the face he revealed was enough to make any words of praise pale in comparison; his skin was like jade, and his features were so exquisite that they seemed to have been meticulously sculpted by a god.

However, beneath this breathtaking beauty lies a calm and reserved demeanor beyond her years, like a deep pool of still water, undisturbed by any ripples.

This young man was Lin Wan.

Lin Wan put down the quill pen and let out a long sigh of relief.

I've finally finished reading the last book.

On the desk in front of him were several thick stacks of notes.

From a young child who needed Old Drus's help to escort him when he first entered the academy, to a bookworm who has now read almost all the books he could access in the library of the Frost City Primary Soul Master Academy and the Spirit Hall branch library in front of him.

Lin Wan spent a full six years.

His junior college courses had long since ended, and he graduated smoothly with average grades.

However, Lin Wan did not leave Tianshuang City, but instead devoted all her energy to the library of this branch of the Spirit Hall.

The reason is simple: firstly, his soul power level is not high, and secondly, the library here far surpasses the primary academy in both quantity and breadth and depth of its contents, making it the best window to understand the true face of this world.

The reason why Lin Wan was able to obtain this privilege was due to Lin Zao.

During those six years, his contact with Lin Zao was never truly severed.

Every so often, letters would arrive.

However, as time and distance increased, the two had fewer and fewer things in common to talk about.

Perhaps Lin Zao realized the gap between innate soul power level one and innate soul power level seven, perhaps the great crucible of the Spirit Hall Academy reshaped his understanding, or perhaps it was simply due to the barriers brought about by growth.

The frequency of their correspondence gradually increased from once a month to once every two or three months, and the content of the letters became more concise and polite.

Everyone in the Frost City Martial Soul Branch Hall knew that this strikingly handsome young man had a very close relationship with Lin Zao, a promising young man in Martial Soul City.

Therefore, for the sake of this good friendship.

When Lin Wan asked to enter the library to read, Moraki agreed after only a moment's hesitation.

In Moraki's view, what good would it do for a boy with innate first-level soul power and an ornamental Nine-Tailed Fox martial soul to read books?

If Lin Wan could occasionally mention in her letter to Lin Zao that she was grateful for Lord Moraki's care, then that small convenience would be worth the price of admission.

As a result, Lin Wan became a regular visitor to this library, staying there for several years.

Lin Wan hadn't expected that a branch temple in a border town near the far north would have such a rich collection of books.

From the atlas of soul beasts and their ecological habits to the geography of the continent and the secrets of dangerous places.

The number of books in this branch of the Spirit Hall is astonishing.

Lin Wan read extremely quickly, with an astonishing level of comprehension and a terrifyingly powerful memory.