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

Tang Yuehua forcibly avoided Nan Feng's burning and aggressive gaze, turning her head to one side and trying to keep her voice steady, although the slight tremor at the end of her voice betrayed her inner panic:

"I am very grateful for Your Holiness's concern... Yuehua is doing very well."

"Very good?"

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, looking at the woman in his arms who was clearly terrified but still stubbornly refusing to admit it. His smile deepened, and the amusement in his eyes intensified.

"If you're doing so well, then why are you afraid of me?"

Nan Feng's fingers gently traced the length of Tang Yuehua's slender, fair neck, causing her to shudder uncontrollably.

"Now the Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall are one family. Your elder brother, Tang Xiao, is even a member of the Elder Hall, holding a prestigious position. The Clear Sky Sect, backed by the Spirit Hall, is now enjoying unparalleled glory compared to the days when it was oppressed by Qian Xunji."

"What's wrong with this? Isn't this a win-win situation?"

Tang Yuehua kept her eyes tightly closed, ignoring Nan Feng, and stubbornly turned her head away even further, as if the fear of being pricked by thorns would lessen if she didn't look at him.

Seeing this, the smile in Nan Feng's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep and unsettling look.

"You're not saying anything..."

Nan Feng leaned close to her ear, his voice suddenly lowering, carrying a hint of dangerous probing:

"Could it be... that the Haotian Sect has done something shady behind my back again?"

"For example... colluding secretly with the Heavenly Dou royal family? Or conspiring with that old fox from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, planning some big scheme?"

Tang Yuehua's face turned deathly pale instantly. She abruptly opened her eyes, turned her head, and stared intently at Nan Feng. "No...no! Absolutely not! Your Holiness, you've misunderstood! The Haotian Sect is currently behaving itself and has no ulterior motives!"

"Really?"

Seeing her panicked state, Nan Feng didn't give up; instead, he pressed on relentlessly.

"Since everything is fine at home, and there's nothing shameful about it."

"Then why are you so afraid?"

Nan Feng gently lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look directly into his eyes:

"If you have nothing to hide, why are you trembling?"

"Madam Yue, think carefully about how to answer me."

"If you answer incorrectly, or if it makes me think you're lying..."

Nan Feng narrowed his eyes, a chilling light flashing in his purple pupils:

"Then I really need to find out what the current situation of the Haotian Sect is."

"..."

Tang Yuehua's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She knew that the devil in front of her, disguised as a beauty, would definitely keep his word!

If she says the wrong thing, the entire Haotian Sect could face annihilation tomorrow!

She took a deep breath, her nails digging deep into her palms, using the stinging pain to calm herself down.

"I...I just..."

Tang Yuehua gritted her teeth, a hint of humiliation flashing in her eyes:

"I was just a little excited because I hadn't seen His Holiness the Pope for a long time... In addition, His Holiness's majesty was too overwhelming, and as a mere mortal, Yuehua inevitably lost her composure... That's all."

"Oh?"

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, lowered his head, opened his mouth, and gently bit her bright red earlobe, asking indistinctly:

"really?"

"Is it really just...excitement?"

The warm, tingling, and slightly stinging sensation filled Tang Yuehua with shame and indignation, causing her to collapse into Nan Feng's arms. But for the sake of the sect's safety, she could only endure the humiliation and respond in a trembling voice:

"Yes...yes...really..."

"Ugh……"

Hearing this insincere answer, Nan Feng sighed somewhat boredly, released his hands that were holding her waist, took a step back, and widened the distance between them.

"This is so boring."

Nan Feng looked at Tang Yuehua, who was blushing with shame and indignation and frantically straightening her clothes, and shook his head helplessly:

"Madam Yue, I was just joking with you. Why do you make it sound like I'm forcing a good woman into prostitution?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Yuehua suddenly looked up, her beautiful eyes filled with shame, anger, and rage as she glared at him fiercely.

joke?

You call this kind of behavior—backing someone into a corner, threatening the entire sect with their lives, and even resorting to physical violence—a joke?!

I can't laugh at all!

Don't look at me like that.

Nan Feng shrugged, looking completely innocent.

“I have absolutely no interest in anything that involves compulsion; in fact, I find it disgusting.”

"I just want to be friends with Lady Yue, sincerely. That was true three years ago, and it is true now."

Nan Feng spread his hands, looked at Tang Yuehua, and his tone became more serious:

"Besides, has there ever been a promise I made to you that I failed to keep?"

"I said I would protect the Haotian Sect, and the Haotian Sect is still doing well, isn't it? I said I would make your lives better than before, and you don't have to hide in the mountains anymore, right?"

"I even helped you avenge your great grudge, didn't I?"

"The culprit who forced you to the point of not being able to go home and caused your second brother to be separated from his wife and children back then is Qian Xunji."

“I not only exonerated the Haotian Sect, but I also trampled that guy into the mud, made the whole world spit on him, and nailed him to the pillar of shame.”

Nan Feng pointed to himself, his face full of self-righteousness:

"I've done so much, I could say I've done everything I could, why do you still treat me like a monster?"

Am I really that unpopular?

Tang Yuehua took a deep breath, trying to calm her heaving chest, and looked coldly at the guy in front of her who was spouting nonsense:

"Your Holiness is joking."

"Yuehua has nothing but respect for you and dares not be negligent in the slightest."

Are you kidding me?

Back then, the so-called "rehabilitation" was clearly a means for Bibi Dong to seize power in the Spirit Hall and purge dissidents by relying on external forces.

They say nice things, that it's for the greater good of the world, and to give justice to the Haotian Sect.

Actually?

Who knows what this crazy woman is thinking? Who knows if they'll become the next targets of the purge someday?

Why would you date a madman who can manipulate people's hearts and minds and turn the world upside down?

Unless Tang Yuehua has also lost her mind!

Seeing Tang Yuehua's tense and fearless expression, as if she were ready to die a heroic death at any moment, Nan Feng gave up trying to tease her.

He casually pulled up a chair and sat down, even pouring himself a cup of tea as if he were the guest, his tone becoming lazy and relaxed:

"Alright, stop scaring yourself."

"I came out this time simply because I was too bored in Wuhun City and wanted to get some fresh air and do some sightseeing."

"Don't be so nervous. I'm not here to cause trouble, and I don't intend to demolish your Moon Pavilion."

Hearing this, Tang Yuehua's tense shoulders didn't completely relax, but the fear in her eyes subsided slightly. She looked at Nan Feng suspiciously, clearly deeply doubting the Pope's "leisurely pursuits."

"However..."

Nan Feng took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and turned his gaze to Tang Yuehua:

"Since you're here, there is indeed a small favor I need Lady Yue to do for you."

Tang Yuehua's heart tightened, and she asked warily, "What is it?"

"I want to see a snowy night."

Nan Feng tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "I need to have a private talk with that old man. A formal, public meeting would be too much trouble, and that meddlesome Ning Fengzhi from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would definitely be there."

"I don't want any third party to interfere."

Nan Feng raised his eyelids, looking at Tang Yuehua with a half-smile:

"I've heard that Lady Yue is skilled in musical instruments, a guest of honor of the Heavenly Dou royal family, and has a close personal relationship with Emperor Xue Ye? Surely, it wouldn't be difficult for you to quietly invite that old man out, or arrange for me to secretly go in and see him?"

Tang Yuehua frowned, ignoring Nan Feng's teasing remarks about her relationship with Xue Ye. Her mind was preoccupied with Nan Feng's dangerous request.

A private meeting? Avoiding the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?

What do you want to do?

Tang Yuehua stared intently at Nan Feng, her voice trembling slightly, carrying a hint of horrified suspicion:

"Could it be... that you intend to assassinate His Majesty?!"

"what?!"

Nan Feng, who was drinking tea, almost choked to death. He put down his teacup, looking at Tang Yuehua as if she were an idiot.

Has this woman's brain been hit by a hammer?

Assassination?

“I say, Madam Yue, if you don’t want to use your brain, you can donate it to someone in need.”

Nan Feng rolled his eyes dramatically, his face filled with speechlessness and absurdity:

"Assassinate Xueye? What good would it do me to kill that old bastard right now?"

"If the emperor dies suddenly and no clear heir is appointed, the entire Tiandou Empire will be thrown into chaos! Those nobles with different motives will take the opportunity to amass military power, and the royal family will fight tooth and nail for the throne."

"Not to mention the Star Luo Empire, which is eyeing us covetously, and those kingdoms and duchies that have always wanted to become independent."