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

"What? Has the sun risen in the west today? You actually asked me to go and make contact with her?"

Bibi Dong neither explained nor refuted, but remained silent for a few seconds before asking in a low voice:

"are you going?"

Within the sea of ​​spirit, Nan Feng remained silent for a while.

He could sense the awkwardness and concession in Bibi Dong's emotions. For someone as proud and stubborn as her, this was an extremely rare change.

"……Row."

Nan Feng stood up.

"You can go."

"But we have to be upfront about the unpleasant aspects."

"I've been a huge help to you tonight, acting and getting revenge for you, and now I have to help you take care of the kids."

"so……"

"After you've put the kids to bed, don't kick me out of bed again tonight."

Bibi Dong did not respond, but silently turned around, turned her back to the door, and walked towards the bed in the inner room.

This is tacit consent.

……

The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was faint.

In the royal garden behind the Papal Palace, all was quiet except for the occasional chirping of insects.

Nan Feng slowly emerged from the darkness and immediately spotted the small figure sitting on the stone steps, hugging her knees.

A thousand feet of snow.

She had clearly been waiting here for a long time; her thin clothes were damp with the night dew, and her long, golden hair was disheveled and clung to her cheeks.

"Tsk."

Nan Feng shook his head speechlessly and slowly strolled over:

"Young Miss, what time is it?"

"Why are you out here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, feeding the mosquitoes?"

Upon hearing the sound, Qian Renxue turned around abruptly.

Looking at the "teacher" in front of her, her eyes instantly welled up with tears. But she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall, instead biting her lip tightly and staring at him for a long time.

"teacher……"

Qian Renxue's voice was somewhat hoarse, with a strong nasal tone:

"What exactly happened during the day...?"

"..."

Nan Feng found a clean stone stool to sit on, crossed his legs, and looked completely nonchalant.

"What's going on? Didn't you see everything?"

"I'm just putting the facts on the table. How you see it is your own business."

"You can think I'm lying, or you can think I'm framing your deadbeat father. Whatever you want, I don't care."

“My stance has already been made very clear in front of the Papal Palace. Your coming here to ask me now is just asking a question you already know the answer to.”

"Qian Renxue, are you out of your mind, or do you think I would make up a nice-sounding lie just to make you happy?"

"This behavior is stupid."

After being rebuked by Nan Feng, Qian Renxue's face paled. She bit her lip hard until she tasted blood, then forced back her tears.

"I know……"

She lowered her head, her voice trembling:

“I know it’s true…Grandpa has already admitted it.”

"but……"

Qian Renxue suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing with a stubborn light:

"Back then, before my grandfather appeared, before you wanted to tell the story of those lost ten years."

"I want to know, what does that mean?"

“I saw it very clearly. At that time, Grandpa Jin and the others were terrified and even went so far as to kill people to cover it up. Even Grandpa had to show up to stop them because of this.”

"What exactly is that secret?"

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, his tone indifferent: "What's it to you?"

"It's related!"

Qian Renxue said urgently, her voice becoming a few degrees sharper:

"I have a feeling! This matter... is directly related to why my mother hates me so much, why she never hugs me, and even wants to kill me!"

I want to know the truth!

Looking at the little girl who was stuck in a dead end, Nan Feng sighed helplessly.

"Qian Renxue, I have a question for you."

Nan Feng held up one finger and pointed at her:

"Your mother doesn't like you. Did you do something wrong?"

Qian Renxue was taken aback, the light in her eyes dimmed, and she shook her head somewhat blankly:

"I...I don't know."

"Ever since I can remember, she has disliked me. No matter how well I do, no matter how hard I try to cultivate myself, the only thing she ever looks at me with is indifference and disgust."

"I...I don't know what I did wrong."

"Since you did nothing wrong."

Nan Feng shrugged, interrupting her self-pity:

"Since you know nothing and haven't done anything wrong."

"So if she doesn't like you, does that mean it has absolutely nothing to do with you?"

Qian Renxue opened her mouth, speechless for a moment. Logically, it seemed so, but emotionally, she couldn't accept it.

“Since it’s not your problem, then it can only be Bibi Dong’s problem, or your deadbeat father’s problem,” Nan Feng continued.

"Why do you, a little kid, have to meddle in the adults' mess? Why do you have to care about other people's business?"

"But I want to know why!" Qian Renxue shouted stubbornly.

"I...I want to know why she doesn't like me..."

"What good will it do to know?"

Nan Feng interrupted her.

"Now that you know the truth, can you change that fact?"

"The root of the problem isn't you; it's the grudges of the previous generation, a given fact. What can you do about it?"

"If you're powerless to change it, why reopen old wounds? Are you tired of living comfortably and want to suffer for yourself?"

Nan Feng stood up and looked down at her:

"If someone doesn't like you, that's their problem. They're not obligated to like you."

"But she's my mother!"

Qian Renxue finally couldn't hold back anymore, tears welled up in her eyes, and she screamed hysterically:

"She is my biological mother! What mother doesn't love her own child?"

"If she hates me so much, if she despises me so much, then why did she give birth to me in the first place?!"

Seeing Qian Renxue break down in tears, the playfulness in Nan Feng's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a profound calm.

Instead of answering the question directly, he suddenly asked a completely unrelated question:

"Qian Renxue, are you a picky eater?"

Chapter 97 What's it to you?

……

"Ugh...wh...what?"

Qian Renxue was crying her heart out when she was taken aback by this sudden question. She stared at him blankly, tears still streaming down her face.

"I'm asking you, when you eat, are you picky about food?" Nan Feng patiently repeated.

Qian Renxue sniffed and subconsciously replied, "...A little. I don't eat carrots or green peppers."

"it is good."

Nan Feng nodded, squatted down, and met her gaze. "So, what's on the table?"

"If it's something you like, like sweet and sour pork ribs or dessert, you'll eat it on your own, right?"

Qian Renxue nodded.

"But……"

Nan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, staring into them:

"If that's something you hate the most, like carrots that you don't eat, or green peppers that make you want to vomit just by smelling them."

"You clearly hated it so much, but in the end, you still forced yourself to swallow it."

"why?"

Qian Renxue paused for a moment, but didn't think much of it, and continued as he said: