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

"Because...because Dad said we can't be picky eaters, and if we don't eat, we'll have to..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Qian Renxue's voice suddenly caught in her throat.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and she froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Things I don't like...

Forced to swallow...

Because Dad said...no picky eating allowed...

If you don't eat... then you'll have to...

boom--!!

It was as if a tightly shut door had been violently kicked open in that instant. The fragmented clues, the words Grandpa dared not speak, the terrified eyes of the worshippers, and Bibi Dong's eyes filled with hatred…

At this moment, everything was connected.

Her mother didn't like her.

Her mother even hated her.

If you didn't like her, why did you give birth to her?

It's like... if you don't like green peppers, why swallow them?

Because... it was "Dad" who forced her to "eat" it.

Qian Renxue's body began to tremble violently, her face instantly turning deathly pale, devoid of any color. She covered her mouth in terror, her stomach churning, an unprecedented wave of nausea shooting straight to the top of her head.

Nan Feng dusted off his knees and was about to turn away, letting the little girl who had already encountered the cruel truth process her own disgust and despair.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Qian Renxue's condition was very strange.

Her eyes were glazed over, her whole body was trembling violently, and her breathing was so rapid that she seemed to be suffocating. She seemed to be trapped in an endless black hole, on the verge of complete collapse.

"Tsk."

Nan Feng frowned somewhat impatiently.

next second.

Without warning, he crouched down, raised his right hand, bent his middle finger, and gathered a trace of icy, bone-chilling soul power—

"collapse!!"

A sharp, almost excessively loud sound rang out in the Imperial Garden.

"what!"

Qian Renxue cried out in pain as the powerful flick on the head sent her sprawling backward, landing hard on her bottom.

That icy soul power was like a bucket of ice water, instantly dousing her skull and causing her already turbulent and threatening brain to shut down completely, leaving her blank.

"..."

Qian Renxue sat on the ground, covering her swollen forehead, looking at Nan Feng with a bewildered expression.

She forgot to cry, and she forgot the suffocating truth from just now; all that remained in her mind were a head full of questions.

Who am I? Where am I? Why did the teacher hit me?

"Stand up."

Nan Feng gave a light shout, his face expressionless.

Qian Renxue scrambled to her feet as if by reflex, her movements even more precise than when she was being trained in the Hall of Offerings. She covered her forehead and stood ramrod straight, dazed.

"I'm asking you."

Nan Feng shook his slightly numb fingers and asked coldly:

Why would I hit you?

Qian Renxue blinked, tears still welling in her eyes, and shook her head in confusion:

"I have no idea……"

"What did you do wrong?" Nan Feng continued to press.

Qian Renxue was even more confused. She subconsciously wondered if she had said something wrong or cried too badly, but she couldn't figure it out no matter how long she thought about it.

"I...I don't know...I didn't do anything wrong, did I..."

"Correct."

Nan Feng nodded and said matter-of-factly:

"You did nothing wrong."

"I hit you simply because I wanted to."

"Because I didn't like you, because I wanted to hit you, so I hit you."

Qian Renxue stared at him, mouth agape, in disbelief.

What kind of robber logic is this?!

What? You think I'm being unreasonable?

Nan Feng chuckled, took a step forward, and stared intently at her with his heterochromatic eyes:

"The same applies."

"I already told you, that matter has nothing to do with you."

"What Qian Xunji did is his business, it's none of your concern. Bibi Dong's hatred towards him because of this is her own problem, and that's none of your concern either."

Even if they are your parents or blood relatives, in terms of personality, they are still "others".

"What business is it of yours what other people's affairs are?"

Nan Feng reached out and poked Qian Renxue's forehead hard, making her stumble backward.

"When Qian Xunji did bad things, did he ask for your opinion? No."

"When Bibi Dong decided to hate you, did she ask how you felt? No."

"Since this was never something you could control from beginning to end, nor was it caused by you."

"As long as you didn't do those disgusting things, as long as you did nothing wrong."

"What others did is none of your business!"

Even if they are your parents, it's their own messy situation!

What are you crying about here for?

Nan Feng crossed his arms and looked at her with a disappointed expression:

"To punish yourself for someone else's mistakes? To make yourself look like a half-dead, abandoned woman because of facts you can't change?"

"Qian Renxue, can't you be a little more dignified?"

These words were vulgar, blunt, and even carried a hint of unreasonable arrogance.

But it was like a sharp scalpel, precisely cutting through the messy entanglements and self-loathing in Qian Renxue's heart.

Qian Renxue stared blankly at Nan Feng.

Her forehead was still throbbing, but the suffocating feeling that had been weighing her down had miraculously dissipated.

yes……

I did nothing wrong.

I didn't do it either.

What... is that any of my business?

Although this logic sounded absurd, for some reason, after hearing it, she suddenly felt...

So cool.

Seeing Qian Renxue's bewildered expression, as if she had suddenly unlocked her full potential yet was still in a daze, Nan Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes and complain with a look of disgust:

"I'm speechless. You guys with the surname Qian are really out of your minds."

"They have absolutely no self-awareness."

Nan Feng pointed towards the direction of the offering hall, then pointed to Qian Renxue in front of him, his tone full of disdain:

"You are clearly not perfect beings, you are human beings with emotions and desires, and you have a dark side. But what about you? You just can't accept that you have even the slightest blemish on yourself, and you just insist that you should be perfect, flawless, and inviolable."

"Qian Xunji is like this, Qian Daoliu is like this, and so are you."

"Once you discover that reality is not as perfect as you imagined, once you find that you have something dirty on you, your first reaction is not to face it or to solve it, but to escape, to cover it up, or even like you just did, to feel that you are dirty and don't want to live anymore."

Nan Feng sneered, leaned down, and stared at Qian Renxue's still somewhat red and swollen eyes:

"If you can't even face yourself, if you can't even accept your true self, how can you expect others to respect you?"

"That's not arrogance, that's cowardice!"

"Outwardly strong but inwardly weak, living in false honor, living in the eyes of others, living under the so-called halo of an angel god."

“Once the halo is shattered, once others stop praising you, you feel like you've collapsed.”

"Is that all the self-centeredness you have?"

Nan Feng reached out and roughly ruffled Qian Renxue's smooth golden hair, turning her once neat hairstyle into a bird's nest.

"In the end, whether it's the 100-year-old Qian Daoliu or you who are nine years old, psychologically you're just a bunch of immature little brats, a bunch of cowards."

"Listen up, Qian Renxue."

Nan Feng withdrew his hand, straightened his body, and his voice became calm and clear:

"Some things in this world are predetermined and cannot be changed."

"For example, your bastard father is already dead, and your extreme mother just doesn't love you."

"This is a fact, an ironclad rule."

"Don't dwell on things you can't change, and don't dwell on things that have already happened."