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

That old spider would definitely tear her to pieces and swallow her whole without hesitation!

Having figured all this out, the slight wavering in Bibi Dong's eyes completely disappeared.

She slowly put the now-cold mutton into her mouth, chewed it expressionlessly, and swallowed.

Then, she raised her head, meeting Nan Feng's expectant yet furious gaze, pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and spoke in a cold voice as if nothing had happened:

"Are you done talking?"

"..."

"Is this your answer?" Nan Feng asked.

"if not?"

Bibi Dong threw the handkerchief into the fire, watching it instantly turn to ashes:

"Nanfeng, you said it yourself, you're gambling, you're walking a tightrope."

"Since you're a gambler, you should be prepared to accept the consequences of your bets."

"Your so-called consideration for me is ultimately just to save your own life. Since it's a mutually beneficial arrangement, don't try to portray yourself as so noble."

Bibi Dong stood up and looked down at him:

"As for trust..."

"That kind of luxury died out after I experienced that night."

"Stop trying to test my limits with such a low-level self-inflicted injury tactic."

After speaking, Bibi Dong didn't look at Nan Feng again, turned around and walked towards her bedchamber, her voice drifting on the night breeze:

"Clean up the yard after you finish eating."

"Don't let me see even a speck of oil tomorrow morning."

"..."

In the courtyard, the campfire gradually died down, leaving only a few wisps of smoke rising in the night breeze.

Nan Feng sat on the small stool, still holding chopsticks in his hand, staring motionlessly at the tightly closed palace door, as if hoping it would open again.

Unfortunately, no.

"Am I really that untrustworthy...?"

Nan Feng sighed, without uttering any unnecessary words or venting his emotions.

Purple soul power swept across the ravaged ground, instantly corroding and decomposing the extinguished charcoal, scattered bones, residual oil stains, and even the tempting smell of roasted meat in the air, all turning into nothingness.

In just a few breaths.

The once lively courtyard has reverted to its former state as a cold, desolate, and lifeless violet garden.

Chapter 71 Truly worthy of being her biological child.

……

The next morning, the sun rose.

The dew in the Imperial Garden shimmered in the sunlight, and the air was fresh and crisp.

Nan Feng lay on that familiar recliner, covered by a thin layer of purple mist.

He didn't shamelessly sneak into Bibi Dong's palace to sleep with her as usual.

He lay there in this courtyard, on this cold chair, for the entire night.

He put his hands behind his head, not holding snacks as usual.

I'm not in the mood anymore.

I've lost all desire to eat.

He didn't have to wait long.

rustling...

The familiar footsteps sounded again, still coming from that corner of the flower bushes.

A small golden figure reappeared in the Imperial Garden.

A thousand feet of snow.

She's here again.

Even though Nan Feng had so coldly driven her away the night before last, she still came.

This time, however, she was carrying a delicate little wooden box and walked with extra care, afraid of spilling its contents.

She first hid behind a big tree, peeking out to observe for a while. Only after confirming that the lazy figure on the recliner was indeed her "good mother" did the tension in her eyes ease slightly.

"Mom...Mom..."

She tentatively called out, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz.

Nan Feng didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he were asleep.

Qian Renxue bit her lip, mustered her courage, and tiptoed closer.

"Mother……"

"I'm here to... apologize."

Nan Feng still ignored her, and even turned over impatiently, turning his back to her and closing his eyes.

Qian Renxue's eyes instantly reddened, but this time she didn't run away crying. Instead, she stubbornly sniffed, gently placed the small wooden box in her hand on the small table next to the recliner, and then carefully opened the lid.

A sweet, cloying aroma wafted out.

Inside the box, there were more than a dozen pastries of various shapes and tempting colors, neatly arranged.

Although it wasn't as refined as what the imperial kitchen made, and some of the edges were even a little burnt, you could tell that it was made with care.

"Mom... Xue'er made this herself."

Qian Renxue lowered her head, her fingers twisting together, her voice soft and sweet:

"Xue'er specially went to learn from the best pastry chef in the city... It took her a long time to make it."

"Xue'er truly knows she was wrong..."

"That day... Xue'er didn't mean it that day. Xue'er will never do it again, and will never let Grandpa hurt Mom again."

"Please forgive Xue'er this time, Mom... okay?"

She raised her head, her large, pale golden eyes brimming with tears, gazing expectantly at Nan Feng's retreating figure.

Nan Feng opened his eyes and slowly sat up, but instead of looking at the box of carefully made pastries, he turned his head to look at Qian Renxue.

"Get lost."

"I am not your mother."

"I've said it many times, I'm just a monster who has taken over your mother's body."

"Your real mother is over there, handling state affairs in that high papal palace."

"You must show filial piety, you must act as a loving mother and son, go find her."

"Don't bother me."

"But……"

Qian Renxue finally couldn't hold back her tears and said in a choked voice:

"But Xue'er really knows she was wrong... Xue'er even made pastries by hand to apologize... Why won't Mom forgive Xue'er?"

"Xue'er promises, I will really protect Mom from now on! I'll also talk to Grandpa about it..."

"Wronged?"

Nan Feng suddenly interrupted her, turning his head, "Qian Renxue, do you feel wronged?"

"Do you think that just because you've humbled yourself to apologize and personally made this lousy pastry and brought it over, I should be eternally grateful, cry my eyes out, forgive you, and even kneel down to thank you?"

"what!"

Nan Feng laughed in anger, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Who was the one who almost got killed by that old bastard that day? It was me!"

"Who was the one who held your hand that day, listened to your promises, and then was forced to self-destruct by your grandfather the next day?! It was me!"

"I was the one who almost lost my soul! I was the one who almost turned to ashes! I'm the one who's living in constant fear here, at risk of being killed by your Qian family at any moment!"

"And now..."

"How dare you cry in front of me? And put on this act as if you've suffered a terrible injustice?"

"how?"

"You think I deserve it?!"

"Do you think I just almost died? What's the big deal? Can it be compared to your bad mood, Miss Qian, or a single tear?!"

Qian Renxue was terrified. She stared blankly at Nan Feng, who was in a state of emotional turmoil, unable to utter a single word. She could only shake her head helplessly.

"Ah……"

Nan Feng shook his head. "Truly worthy of being his biological son."

“The whole family is like this. That old man is like that, your deadbeat father is like that, and you are like that too.”

"Get lost! Don't bother me!"

Tears were already welling up in Qian Renxue's eyes, and it looked like they were about to burst out.

However, before those glistening tears could even roll down...

Nan Feng, who was lying on the chair, turned his head slightly and gave her a cold glance.

Without a word, just a glance, the coldness contained within it instantly filled Qian Renxue with a suffocating fear.

"Well……"