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

"it is good."

Nan Feng released his hand. "Then shut up and wipe your tears."

He had made himself perfectly clear, but she chose to turn a blind eye and pretend to be deaf and dumb because of this false maternal love, which was full of lies and calculations.

I've said everything I could, good or bad. But since this girl is determined to keep hitting a brick wall, and since she'll keep clinging to me even after knowing the "truth," I'm just deceiving myself.

Then he no longer needs to pretend to be aloof, nor does he need to act as a shield for Bibi Dong.

"call……"

Nan Feng let out a long breath, and his face, which had been tense and exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay, slowly softened.

In that instant, the oppressive and deathly silence that had enveloped the Imperial Garden seemed to dissipate as his expression softened.

Qian Renxue keenly noticed this change. She cautiously raised her head. Although she was still sobbing, the fear in her eyes had turned into a hopeful longing for a response.

"Since you insist on staying, then stay."

Nan Feng raised his hand, rubbed his temples with a hint of helplessness, and spoke with a lazy, resigned tone:

"However, let me make this clear from the start."

"I have no interest in being your good mother."

The reason why that stupid woman, Bibi Dong, deliberately kept her distance from Qian Renxue and even went so far as to play the role of a vicious mother was simply because she thought that a short pain was better than a long one.

She hoped that Qian Renxue would hate her, and that one day when the truth came out, Qian Renxue would be able to draw her sword and kill her without any guilt or remorse.

It was a kind of self-destructive "protection".

Ah, what a great mother's love is.

Unfortunately, he is not Bibi Dong.

He knew very well that Qian Renxue would inevitably turn against him when she grew up; it was an unavoidable fate.

but.

The kind of self-righteous and defiant rebellion that comes from "discovering one's father's killer" is completely different from the kind of furious and heart-wrenching rebellion that comes from "discovering that one's most respected and relied-upon mentor is actually one's father's killer."

The former is a just trial, the latter is the collapse of faith.

The former is self-righteous, while the latter hesitates.

This hesitation might come in handy in the future.

"Wipe away your tears."

With a casual wave of his hand, Nan Feng sent a gentle surge of soul power across Qian Renxue's face, instantly cleaning away the messy tear stains and snot.

Then, he sat up straight again, no longer with that aloof indifference, but also without the previous doting; instead, he gave a stern and authoritative look.

“From today onwards, our relationship has changed.”

Nan Feng held up one finger and waved it in front of Qian Renxue's eyes:

"Don't call me Mom anymore."

"This title belongs to the woman who works herself to the bone in the Papal Palace. I am not worthy of it, nor do I want to take it."

"Then... what should we shout?"

Qian Renxue was a little dazed and subconsciously wanted to grab Nan Feng's hand, but Nan Feng stopped her with a look.

"Call me teacher," Nan Feng said calmly.

"teacher?"

Qian Renxue was stunned, her little face filled with disappointment and reluctance.

This is not what she wanted.

She wanted her mother, that warm embrace, and someone who would tell her bedtime stories, not a stern teacher.

Although the teacher is very approachable, there is still a distance between them.

"But...but Xue'er wants her mother..."

Qian Renxue bit her lip, mustering her courage to try and win him over. She reached out her small hand and tried to tug at Nan Feng's sleeve again, her voice soft and coquettish:

"Could you... call me 'Mom' in private? And 'Teacher' when we're in other people's eyes?"

"No."

Nan Feng refused decisively, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Qian Renxue, find out what's going on."

"Now you're begging me not to send you away, not me begging you to stay."

"Here, I'm in charge."

“Call me teacher and you can stay. I will teach you things and also… protect you to the best of my ability.”

"If you still want to call me Mom..."

Nan Feng pointed in the direction of the Papal Palace:

"The gate is over there. Goodbye and best regards."

"..."

Qian Renxue looked at Nan Feng's unquestionable gaze and knew that she no longer had the right to bargain.

Although I felt very sad, and although the title "teacher" felt cold and impersonal.

But this at least means that she wasn't kicked out.

This at least means that the person in front of her is still willing to accept her.

"……Yes."

Qian Renxue lowered her head, sniffed, and although her voice still sounded somewhat aggrieved, it had already taken on a hint of submissiveness:

"I see……"

"teacher."

Chapter 73 Qian Renxue: How can that be the same?

……

Seeing that Qian Renxue had finally calmed down and stopped crying, Nan Feng lost interest in lying down any longer.

"stand up."

Nan Feng stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, and walked out without looking back.

"Follow."

"Ah? Oh!"

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, then quickly bent down, picked up the box of pastries, and ran after him with her slightly weak little legs.

"Mom...Teacher...What are we going to do?"

"Have a meal."

Nan Feng replied irritably, "I really don't know who taught him to lie here shamelessly all day. You're not hungry, but I am."

Qian Renxue blushed, lowered her head, and dared not speak, but obediently followed behind him.

……

The Papal Palace, the Royal Kitchen.

It was already late at night, and the once bustling imperial kitchen was now deserted, with only a few ever-burning lamps casting a dim yellow glow, and the stoves were cold.

"Alright, stop standing there like an idiot."

Nan Feng rolled up his sleeves and skillfully began rummaging through the ingredients section.

As someone who never skimps on food, he would never choose to eat dry rations even in a situation like this.

Beef, lamb chops, potatoes, tomatoes...

Without thinking twice, he threw any ingredients that looked appealing onto the cutting board.

With a deft flick of his knife, he quickly chopped the food into appropriately sized pieces.

Immediately afterward, to Qian Renxue's astonishment, he found a huge soup pot, poured all the ingredients into it, added water, sprinkled in seasonings, and covered the pot with the lid.

"Um...teacher..."

Qian Renxue looked at the cold pot that hadn't even been lit yet, and couldn't help but whisper a reminder: "It's not... lit yet."

"Start a fire? That's too slow," Nan Feng said casually.

The next second, a terrifying purplish-black soul power surged from his palm, instantly enveloping the entire large soup pot.

Om-! !

The air seemed to freeze instantly.

Qian Renxue's eyes widened. She could clearly sense that the soul power enveloping the soup pot was not destroying it, but rather undergoing an extremely high-frequency vibration and compression!

Terrifyingly high temperatures were instantly generated within the soul power. At the same time, the powerful soul power pressure acted like a jack, firmly pressing down on the pot lid and raising the pressure inside the pot to an astonishing level in a short period of time!

"Zizzizi..."

The pot was bubbling loudly enough to make your teeth ache.

"This……"

Qian Renxue was stunned.

Soul power... you can use it like this?!

Less than ten minutes had passed.

"receive."

Nan Feng snapped his fingers, and the purple light that filled the sky instantly dissipated.

He casually lifted the pot lid.