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

"Repeatedly thinking 'Why did this happen?' and repeatedly asking 'Why me?' is pointless except for self-torture and making yourself more miserable and weaker."

Instead of crying and asking why, you should think about how to live in the future.

Chapter 98 Aside from life and death... all were scratches.

……

Nan Feng waved his hand, turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only a dashing yet indifferent silhouette.

"I've said everything I needed to say, and I've even had my head flicked."

"If you still can't figure it out and still want to get stuck on this, then you can continue to feed the mosquitoes here."

"gone."

Hearing Nan Feng's merciless, even somewhat rude, reprimand, Qian Renxue stood there dumbfounded.

The night wind blew by, ruffling her golden hair which had been tousled into a mess, and the red, swollen mark on her forehead still stung.

But strangely enough...

The despair and pain that had been tearing her apart gradually dissipated with this barrage of "unreasonable" insults.

Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of... security.

She looked up, her gaze fixed on the retreating figure that was about to turn and leave.

No one had ever given her this feeling before, from childhood to adulthood.

Whether it was her doting grandfather or those other grandfathers who cherished her, the way they looked at her was always indulgent and cautious, as if she were a fragile porcelain doll who had to be wrapped in layers of lies called "protection".

They told her the world was a beautiful place, that her father was a hero, and that everything was perfect.

But that kind of "perfection" was too fake, so fake that it made her feel suffocated.

And the person in front of me...

He would curse at her, slap her on the head, ruthlessly tear open the scars she least wanted to face, point his finger at her and call her useless, and even tell her vulgar things like "It's none of your business."

However, it was only in front of him that Qian Renxue felt for the first time that she was treated as a living, breathing person.

She is not the young master of the Spirit Hall, nor a descendant of the Angel God, nor a little girl who needs to be coaxed.

It was just a thousand feet of snow.

An almost pathological sense of dependence quietly grows on the ruins of this cruel truth.

Compared to her grandfather's lukewarm lies, she actually craved this bloody truth even more.

Nan Feng didn't turn around, unaware of the tumultuous changes happening in the little girl's mind.

He was simply feeling impatient.

He only reluctantly stepped forward to act as a "caring older brother" because Bibi Dong had been so obedient and even pleading earlier.

As for breaking through that thin layer of paper...

Nan Feng curled his lip, his heart filled with disdain.

Hiding it? What's the point of hiding it?

These self-righteous adults always think that hiding the truth is protecting children. But what's the reality?

Concealing information will only lead to more suspicion and misunderstandings, making what was originally a clear cause and effect become elusive.

Why is Qian Renxue in pain? Is it because of the truth?

No, it was the long-term deception and emotional abuse that plunged her into self-doubt. She thought she wasn't good enough, that she had done something wrong, which is why she kept hitting her head against that dead end.

If the truth brings pain, then lies only make things worse.

It's like a wound that's become infected. If you don't cut it open and drain it, but just cover it with gauze and tell her "it's okay, it doesn't hurt," the end result can only be that it rots to the bone, or even lead to amputation.

It's better to suffer for a while than to be miserable for a lifetime.

"okay."

Nan Feng took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned his head, and glanced at Qian Renxue, who was still standing there dumbfounded, his tone still indifferent:

Stop standing there daydreaming.

"Wipe away your tears, go back and wash your face, and get a good night's sleep."

"The sun will rise as usual tomorrow, and the world will keep turning no matter who is gone."

"I'll remember that, you little brat."

"In this world, besides life and death, everything else..."

"They're just scratches."

After saying that, Nan Feng's figure flickered and disappeared into the depths of the Imperial Garden.

Only Qian Renxue remained, standing alone in the empty night.

She raised her hand and gently touched the large, red, swollen bump on her forehead; the cold, stinging sensation kept her alert.

a long time.

She took a deep breath and, mimicking Nan Feng's actions, forcefully wiped away the tears on her face. The confusion in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented determination.

"Aside from life and death... everything else is just scratches."

Qian Renxue repeated the sentence in a low voice, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

It hurts a lot.

But... thank you, teacher.

……

The candlelight flickered in the papal chambers.

Nan Feng controlled the Spider King clone, gently pushing open the door and then closing it behind him, shutting out the night outside.

On the bed, Bibi Dong lay on her side, her breathing steady, but she was clearly not asleep.

Nan Feng didn't stand on ceremony. He walked straight to the bedside, lifted the corner of the blanket, and crawled in as if he were in his own home. Then, without any hesitation, he wrapped his arms around Bibi Dong's slender waist from behind, clinging to her like an octopus, and resting his chin on her neck.

"..."

Bibi Dong's body stiffened slightly for a moment, but unusually, she didn't resist, nor did she kick him down as usual. She simply closed her eyes wearily, her voice low and hoarse:

"Be quiet... I need to rest."

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope."

Nan Feng was very sensible. He adjusted his posture, hugged that soft body tightly, and didn't move, as if he were hugging a large pillow. He sighed comfortably.

A brief silence fell over the bedchamber, broken only by the sound of their intertwined breaths.

a long time.

"How...is the situation?"

Bibi Dong couldn't help herself after all, and with her back to him, she asked a question that seemed casual.

"It's all settled."

Nan Feng, with his eyes closed, lazily replied:

"From now on, Qian Renxue should no longer cling to you like a little shadow, nor should she bother you with trivial questions like whether you love her or not."

"..."

Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes, her heart skipping a beat.

She turned around, and in the dim candlelight, stared at the face of "herself" so close to hers, her eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief:

What did you do?

What did you say to her?

"It's nothing," Nan Feng yawned. "I just revealed a little bit of what I should and shouldn't have said."

"Although I didn't tell you everything, and I didn't expose all your old, messy secrets, that girl isn't stupid."

Nan Feng opened his eyes, looked at Bibi Dong's suddenly pale face, and calmly added:

"Based on what she saw and heard today, and my loving lecture just now, she should have figured it out by now."

Bibi Dong's expression changed drastically, a hint of panic and anger flashing in her eyes. She grabbed Nan Feng by the collar:

"Nan Feng! How much have you said?! Who gave you the right to act on your own?!"

"Stay calm, stay calm."

Nan Feng reached out and pressed down on her hand, which she was trying to raise, and sighed helplessly:

Why are you so agitated?

“I told you, she’s doing great now, much better than that silly little girl who lived in lies and was always worried about losing things.”

"Seeing that you were so desperate, I took pity on you and gave that pampered young lady of the Qian family a top-notch psychological counseling session."

"She'll be fine, and she won't go crazy."

"Psychological counseling?"

Bibi Dong wore a look that seemed to say, "Do you think I'm stupid?", her eyes filled with suspicion.

"You? What kind of psychological counseling do you know? I'll be grateful if you don't drive her crazy!"

"how?"

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, looking displeased.

“Bibi Dong, you can doubt my character, and you can doubt my ruthlessness and unscrupulousness.”

"But you shouldn't doubt my expertise in manipulating... cough, understanding people's hearts and minds, and psychological manipulation, right?"

"Who pulled you out of that self-destructive quagmire back then? And who is it that's fooling the whole world today?"

"..."

Bibi Dong was speechless for a moment.