Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, sniffed, and her eyes held a stubbornness beyond her years:

"Grandpa, if you can't answer those complicated questions..."

"Then you just need to answer a few simple questions for me."

Qian Renxue stared into Qian Daoliu's eyes and asked, word by word:

"Are the facts about the causes of war that Mom said on stage today true?"

"Did Dad deliberately stir up trouble and send people to hunt down Tang Hao?"

"Did Father start the war out of selfishness and greed for the soul bone?"

"Was it because he was less skilled, went looking for trouble, and ended up getting beaten to death?"

Yes, or no.

The hall fell silent once again.

Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes and looked at the pair of golden eyes in front of him, filled with pain and a thirst for knowledge.

That was the last hope of the angel family, and his only attachment in this world.

He wanted to shake his head, to deny it.

But after today, after the whole world knows the truth, is there any point in him continuing to weave that lie?

That kind of lie, which is so easily exposed, will only make him, as a grandfather, appear more hypocritical in his granddaughter's eyes.

"……call."

Qian Daoliu exhaled a long breath of stale air, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

He didn't look at Qian Renxue, but only at the statue, uttering a very soft yet extremely deep nasal sound:

"……Um."

Although Bibi Dong's words were extremely humiliating in tone, and although she exaggerated and described Qian Xunji as utterly worthless in some places,

But he couldn't deny it.

Those core things, those things about the cause, the process, and the result.

That's the truth.

That extremely soft "hmm" was like a heavy hammer blow, completely shattering the monument called "father" in Qian Renxue's heart.

She swayed, her hands fell limply to her sides, and the tension she had been holding in vanished instantly. She felt as if all her strength had been drained, and she collapsed onto the prayer mat.

it is true.

It's all true.

Her father, whom she had always been so proud of, the man described by her grandfather and the worshippers as a peerless hero, turned out to be a greedy, despicable, and incompetent villain who deliberately provoked trouble.

Tears fell silently onto the cold floor tiles, spreading into desolate splashes.

But Qian Renxue did not stop there.

The doubts in her heart were not completely resolved; on the contrary, they became even stronger and more frightening with the "truth" that was forcibly interrupted.

She raised her head, her swollen, red eyes fixed on Qian Daoliu, her voice trembling even more violently:

"If those things about the war are true, then what happened next?"

"At that time, my mother asked Grandpa Jin'e why she, as the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, had disappeared over the past ten years. Why didn't even the people within the Spirit Hall dare to talk about it?"

"Just as she was about to give the answer, Grandpa Golden Crocodile went mad."

"I've never seen my second grandfather's expression like that before, that fear, that murderous intent that was so desperate that he even wanted to kill to silence them."

"And you too."

Qian Renxue's voice trembled violently:

“You are so strong, you could have stopped her much earlier, but it was at that moment, just as those words were about to be uttered, that you arrived without hesitation and forcibly interrupted her.”

"why?"

"What exactly are you afraid of?"

"What exactly did she go through in the past ten years?"

Qian Daoliu's breath hitched, and his fingers, which were resting on his knees, clenched tightly, his knuckles turning a ghastly pale from the excessive force.

The air inside the hall seemed to have solidified into lead, making it hard to breathe.

As Qian Renxue looked at her grandfather's enigmatic expression, her suspicions became clearer and more terrifying.

"Is it... still about Father?"

"Is it... related to why Mom hates me so much, why she never hugs me, and even wanted to kill me?"

"..."

Chapter 93 What do you want me to do?

……

The air inside the hall seemed to freeze completely.

Qian Daoliu's body suddenly stiffened.

If we were to admit that Qian Xunji started the war, it would only be an admission of the son's incompetence and greed.

So this question directly addresses that dirtiest and most disgusting fig leaf.

This is the only one.

This filthy, sinful truth, capable of destroying human morality, was something he could never bring himself to tell Qian Renxue.

"Grandpa! Say something!"

Seeing Qian Daoliu close his eyes and turn his head away with a pained expression, Qian Renxue's heart turned completely cold.

She released her grip and gave a sorrowful smile:

"You dare not say."

“You even admitted to the shameful thing that Father started the war, but you didn’t dare to mention this matter at all.”

"This shows... that this matter is worse than starting a war, and more shameless than coveting soul bones, right?"

Qian Renxue's voice grew softer and softer, yet more and more desperate:

"That's why she hates me so much, right?"

"Stop talking!!"

Qian Daoliu suddenly opened his eyes, "Xue'er... don't ask anymore."

"Grandpa can't tell you about this. At least not now."

He reached out his trembling hand, wanting to stroke his granddaughter's head, but Qian Renxue instinctively dodged away.

Qian Daoliu's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes filled with sorrow:

"You're still too young... Some things are too dirty and too heavy."

"That's the sins of the previous generation, and you shouldn't have to bear it."

"As long as Grandpa is alive, you will always be the young master of the Spirit Hall, and Grandpa's most beloved Xue'er. As for the rest..."

Qian Daoliu turned around and faced the angel statue again, his back appearing extremely hunched.

"When you grow up, if you still want to know... Grandpa will tell you everything."

"But now, don't pressure Grandpa."

"..."

Qian Renxue looked at her grandfather's back, which seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and finally stopped crying.

She knew that no matter how much she asked or begged, her grandfather wouldn't tell her.

That secret was buried deep in their hearts, becoming a taboo that no one could touch.

"I understand."

Qian Renxue wiped away her tears, stood up, and bowed deeply to Qian Daoliu and the angel statue.

"Xue'er won't ask anymore."

"Since Grandpa won't tell you, then Xue'er will find the answer herself."

After saying that, she didn't look at Qian Daoliu again and turned to walk out of the main hall.

Until I stepped out of that heavy door, until the sunlight shone on me again.

Qian Renxue then raised her head and looked at the majestic Papal Palace in the distance.

Since Grandpa refuses to speak in order to protect the so-called family reputation, and since those who make offerings refuse to speak in order to cover up their shame...

Then go find the only person who dares to speak the truth.

The one who tore all pretenses to shreds on stage today, the one who made her call him "teacher".

She must know.

Moreover, that "madman"... will definitely tell her.

……

Night falls, at the Papal Palace.

The once bustling Wuhun City gradually returned to calm, but the lingering fervor and shock in the air seemed to echo for a long time.

Inside the palace, candlelight shone brightly.

Nan Feng casually removed the heavy, nine-curved purple-gold crown from his head and tossed it onto the table like trash. Then, he collapsed onto the large, soft couch without any regard for his image and let out a long sigh.

"Phew... I'm exhausted."

"Acting is more tiring than fighting."

"How is it, little Dongdong?"