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

Nan Feng's expression suddenly froze, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Without hesitation, he turned around, his back to the bathtub, and prepared to leave.

But the moment his spatial power fluctuated, Qian Renxue keenly sensed a trace of evil aura in him!

"Who?!"

Qian Renxue's expression changed drastically. She turned around abruptly, grabbed the bathrobe next to her, wrapped it around herself, and shouted sharply and warily.

“...It’s me.” Nan Feng coughed lightly, his back to her.

Upon seeing who it was, a flicker of panic crossed Qian Renxue's eyes, quickly replaced by intense anger: "Why are you here?!"

"Let's check the situation." Nan Feng still didn't turn around. "And also find out if your position as crown prince is truly secure. If that old man Xue Ye is still hesitating, I'll have to consider whether I need to give him another push."

"Add fuel to the fire?"

Qian Renxue sneered and stepped ashore from the pool. "Don't try to change the subject! Why didn't you discuss such a big matter as the ambush in Hanhai City with me beforehand?! You didn't even give me a heads-up!"

"What are you doing?! The Elders' Hall is now openly subservient to that woman, so why are you still resorting to such ruthless tactics, weakening our Spirit Hall's own strength?!"

Faced with Qian Renxue's accusatory tone, Nan Feng calmly retorted with a question:

"Are you truly angry and regretful because I killed the Demon Bear and Ghost Leopard? Or... is it simply because I didn't consult with you, the high and mighty young master, and hurt your pride?"

Qian Renxue's anger suddenly caught in her throat, leaving her speechless.

"You don't care about the life or death of the Demon Bear and Ghost Leopard at all, so don't put on that sanctimonious air and talk about morality in front of me."

Nan Feng said calmly, "The root cause of their deaths is only one: indecisiveness! Even if they simply give up and loaf around in the Elder Hall, I won't care. After all, keeping them around might be useful as cannon fodder someday."

"But what about them? On the surface, they submit to Bibi Dong out of fear, but secretly they're still colluding with your grandfather's side! What? Do you think you're so smart? Do you think Bibi Dong won't be able to run rampant for many years? As long as you, the young master of the Angel Clan, grow up, the Spirit Hall will eventually belong to your Qian family, so you're placing your bets and choosing sides in advance?"

Nan Feng slightly turned his head, his peripheral vision cold:

"I can accept their disloyalty, but I absolutely cannot tolerate certain people who are always ready to betray and stab me in the back! Since they like to play both sides so much, then I will be merciful and let them play their final role!"

Qian Renxue's face turned pale. She gritted her teeth, still wanting to retort, "But doing this will only disrupt the Spirit Hall's unified efforts and ruin the overall situation—"

"Shut up."

Nan Feng interrupted her.

"Don't try to reason with me with your nonsensical grand schemes! I know a million times better than you what I'm doing!"

Nan Feng turned around, his double pupils fixed on Qian Renxue, who was wrapped in a bathrobe.

"Besides, do you think I would care about the so-called big picture from your Spirit Hall?"

"What is your grand plan? It's the Spirit Hall's unification of the world and the supreme glory of your Angel Clan!"

"My grand strategy is to maintain a balance of power across the entire continent, and to ensure that total wars that cause untold suffering never break out again!"

Nan Feng took a step closer, his words piercingly incisive:

"I admit that I am ruthless and my hands are stained with blood; I am certainly not a good person. But when it comes to the so-called greater good, I am a hundred times better than any of you!"

"Because from beginning to end, I never intended to start a war, nor did I ever intend to send those defenseless cannon fodder to their deaths!"

"And what about you?"

"You spout platitudes about benevolence, righteousness, and sacred glory. But once war breaks out for your supreme hegemony, who will die? Will it be you again?"

"Forget it, let's not waste time on this nonsense."

Nan Feng turned around, his voice regaining its cold indifference, "Our views are fundamentally different, and I don't expect you to understand."

Whether it's Qian Daoliu, Qian Renxue, or Bibi Dong...

These high-ranking individuals all share the same fundamental trait:

In their eyes, the so-called "people of the world" are nothing more than a group of insignificant ants.

They never cared whether these ants lived or died.

For them, grand, illusory ambitions are more important than anything else.

This is the "big picture" they are so proud of.

They love to talk about the future of the world, grandly discussing the "golden age after unifying the world," but they tacitly remain silent about the bloody process that will be required to achieve this goal.

Nan Feng knew all too well what tricks these people were playing.

It's nothing more than making excuses, ignoring the current dire situation, and making grandiose promises about the future!

This is similar to some unscrupulous bosses who exploit their employees to the point of exhaustion, then grandly promise them a rosy future:

Once the factory becomes more profitable, your benefits will naturally improve as well.

But actually?

Whether the factory is doing well or not has nothing to do with your subordinates!

You were used as fuel, as cannon fodder, and once you were done, you were simply reduced to ashes.

As for that so-called "wonderful" life? It all belongs to the boss! It belongs to the descendants of those in power!

This is the arrogance of those in power who think they are the only ones who matter, the selfishness deepest in human nature, and the most disgusting face of those who benefit from the status quo.

But what Nanfeng found most incomprehensible, even absurd, was...

Among those poor people at the bottom who receive no benefit whatsoever and are even at risk of being sacrificed as cannon fodder at any time, there is actually a large number of brain-dead idiots who wholeheartedly support these people in power!

Moreover, there are especially many of these fools!

The reason why those vested interests can be so rampant and unscrupulous is largely due to the foolish people who are sold out and still help them count the money!

Chapter 270 Nan Feng: Your cup isn't clean. Qian Renxue: I just used it this afternoon! Nan Feng: Then it's even dirtier.

……

"stop!"

Just as Nan Feng was about to leave, Qian Renxue's cold voice, tinged with annoyance, came from behind him.

Nan Feng stopped in his tracks without turning his head: "I'll wait for you outside."

"Can't I say it now?" Qian Renxue bit her lip.

Nan Feng was completely speechless. He sighed and said, "How old are you? Put your clothes on before you come out and talk to me."

"Heh..." Qian Renxue laughed in anger. She wrapped her bathrobe tighter around herself and stared intently at Nan Feng's back. "You were the one who barged into my room without a word, weren't you?!"

"Besides, are you even human? Don't you claim to be a wandering ghost? Don't you sometimes appear as that woman and sometimes as a child? Since you don't even have a physical form, what difference would it make to you if I stood naked in front of you?!"

Nan Feng turned his head slightly and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"There really isn't much difference."

"But running around naked is something only unevolved monkeys would do."

"People have a sense of shame and know how to cover their bodies. If you really have no sense of shame at all and have no shame, then I really don't mind turning around now and discussing serious matters with you."

"You—!" Qian Renxue's expression froze, her face flushed red with humiliation at these barbed words, and her chest heaved violently.

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Nan Feng interrupted her, "Look at yourself. It's been so many years, and you still have no self-awareness whatsoever. When it comes to arguing, when have you ever won against me?"

"Even when they can't win an argument, they still find excuses to come forward and get scolded."

Nan Feng shook his head. "Do you have some kind of masochistic tendency?"

Having said that, Nan Feng didn't give Qian Renxue any chance to refute him. He strode out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

In the misty fog, Qian Renxue stared intently at the tightly closed door.

"asshole……!"

……

Not long after, the door to the side hall was pushed open.

Qian Renxue was already dressed in her finest attire, having changed back into the luxurious men's clothing that symbolized the First Prince Xue Qinghe, and stepped out.

Inside the main hall, Nan Feng sat at the table, holding an exquisite teacup and drinking the cold wine inside.

Qian Renxue stepped forward, sat down opposite him, her gaze falling on the cup in his hand, and suddenly said, "This cup is mine."

Nan Feng paused, put down the cup, and looked at her strangely: "You don't even wash the cups you use?"

Qian Renxue's expression froze for a moment, then she retorted irritably, "Why should I wash my own drinking cup?!"

"Didn't I teach you to pay attention to personal hygiene before?" Nan Feng asked, looking puzzled.

Qian Renxue's face darkened, and she explained through gritted teeth, "I wash it every day! But I just used this cup this afternoon! I was planning to wash it again tomorrow morning!"

Nan Feng looked down at the cup in his hand, hesitating to speak.

After a two-second silence, he disdainfully pushed the cup aside, took out a brand-new crystal cup from his soul tool, and poured himself a small glass of wine.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue's face instantly turned even uglier: "You despise me?!"

"Didn't you specifically remind me of this?"

Nan Feng said matter-of-factly, "To avoid making you feel uncomfortable, why would I not change the cup? Who knows if you've even used the cups on this table?"

Qian Renxue clenched her fists in anger: "I didn't say you weren't allowed to use it!"

"Alright, stop being unreasonable with me. You're past the age of throwing tantrums." Nan Feng was too lazy to argue with her about such trivial matters and quickly steered the conversation back on track. "Now let's get down to business. What's the old emperor's attitude towards choosing an heir?"

Qian Renxue glared at him fiercely, then turned her head away angrily.

"His position as crown prince is basically secure."

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow in surprise: "So decisive? Ning Fengzhi pulled strings behind the scenes?"

"Ning Fengzhi is only one aspect."

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and calmed herself down. "It's mainly the Second Prince's brain that's been damaged by this fright."

"The imperial physician diagnosed him with severe fright. He cannot be exposed to any stimulation, blood, or strangers, and he cannot even leave the palace, otherwise his condition will worsen. During this time, he has been hiding in the Empress's palace, and he cries and screams at the slightest disturbance."

"Moreover, the imperial physician said in private that this kind of mental illness is extremely difficult to cure. Even if it is cured in the future, the brain will have suffered irreversible damage. To put it bluntly, the second prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire will basically be a cripple from now on."

“A madman who can’t even take care of himself in a normal life can’t possibly be the crown prince. As for the fourth prince, Xue Beng, he’s too young and his maternal clan is too weak to pose any threat.”