Dongfang Jing then chatted with Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue for a while about their future plans.
The three sat around a pot of tea at the table, discussing and finalizing their general plans for the next few years.
But as the conversation went on, the topic started to take a turn for the worse.
For some reason, Qian Daoliu always seems to steer things in strange directions.
"Young friend, what do you think of my Xiaoxue's personality?" Qian Daoliu asked casually, holding his teacup.
Dongfang Jing looked up and said, "That's good, you have your own opinions."
"Right?" Qian Daoliu stroked his non-existent beard. "Although Xiaoxue is a bit stubborn, she's incredibly intelligent. Tell me, wouldn't a girl like that manage to run a household perfectly after she gets married?"
Qian Renxue's face turned bright red instantly.
However, he did not interrupt him, but kept secretly glancing at Dongfang Jing, wanting to see his reaction.
Qian Daoliu continued, "And look at Xiaoxue's appearance. Looking across the entire continent, it would be hard to find another like her, wouldn't you say, young friend?"
Dongfang Jing's lips twitched.
This tactic sounds familiar...
Dongfang Jing didn't respond, but picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea.
Qian Renxue sat beside her, her hands clenched on her knees, her nails digging into her palms.
The business negotiation turned into a matchmaking session, and for the first time, Qian Renxue felt that staying in the offering hall was so uncomfortable.
Qian Daoliu realized that his granddaughter was about to collapse, so he stopped talking and coughed twice.
"Hehe, we've gone a bit off-topic. Xiaoxue, why don't you go outside and wait a moment? I have something I'd like to discuss with you privately."
Qian Renxue couldn't wait to leave, so she stood up and walked out, her pace much faster than usual.
After the palace doors closed, the hall returned to silence.
Qian Daoliu looked at Dongfang Jing, his expression turning serious.
He pondered for a moment before asking, "Have you already made a decision regarding Bibi Dong?"
Dongfang Jing's expression remained unchanged; he simply gave a curt "hmm."
A few moments of silence followed in the hall.
Qian Daoliu sighed, his gaze slightly lowered.
"Actually, Bibi Dong... was also a pitiful person."
Qian Daoliu then recounted Bibi Dong's tragic past to Dongfang Jingting.
He said that Bibi Dong was sent to the Spirit Hall at a young age and showed amazing talent from childhood. But because of her extraordinary talent, she bore unimaginable pressure from a young age.
He said that Bibi Dong once deeply loved a man named Yu Xiaogang.
In the end, however, he was killed by his son, Qian Xunji...
From that day on, her personality changed drastically. Her hatred for the world never faded.
Bibi Dong wasn't born this way; she also had a gentle side and moments of vulnerability.
Qian Daoliu's voice grew softer and softer, and he almost sighed as he spoke the last sentence.
"I also bear some responsibility for how she turned out this way..."
After saying this, Qian Daoliu raised his head and looked at Dongfang Jing.
He wanted to see the young man's reaction.
However, Dongfang Jing's attitude remained unchanged after hearing this.
His expression was so calm, unlike that of an eighteen-year-old boy; it was more like that of a worldly observer who had seen through the ways of the world.
"Even the most hateful person may have a pitiable side."
"However, the things she has done since taking office have affected many more innocent people."
Dongfang Jing stood up and looked into Qian Daoliu's eyes.
"Since she is a Rakshasa, my path is to use the light of the mirror to dispel all darkness in the world, to move forward without hesitation, and not to change because of anyone."
"I have troubled you for a long time by coming here."
"Great Master, farewell."
With that, Dongfang Jing cupped his hands in greeting, then turned and walked towards the palace gate.
His footsteps echoed in the empty hall, one step at a time, neither hurried nor slow.
Qian Daoliu stood there, watching the boy's resolute back, his gaze extremely complex.
He wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
"well..."
A long sigh echoed in the hall for a long time before finally dissipating.
...
It was noon when I came out of the offering hall.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the dome, illuminating the corridor.
Qian Daoliu chased after Dongfang Jing to the palace gate and politely invited him to stay for a simple meal before leaving.
Qian Renxue stood beside him, nodded, and looked at Dongfang Jing with a hint of anticipation in her golden eyes.
"No, I should go back." Dongfang Jing said calmly.
Qian Renxue's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.
Qian Daoliu didn't press the matter. He patted Qian Renxue's shoulder and whispered, "Go see him off."
Qian Renxue hummed in agreement and followed behind Dongfang Jing, the two of them walking back along the secret passage they had come from.
The passageway was dimly lit, with only a candle emitting a yellowish glow at intervals.
The two shadows were stretched long and overlapped.
Qian Renxue walked beside Dongfang Jing, unusually quiet, without saying a word.
The entire conversation today was packed with information, and she hasn't fully processed it yet.
"What are you thinking about?" Dongfang Jing asked casually.
Qian Renxue came to her senses.
"I'm processing what we just talked about." She paused, then looked at Dongfang Jing. "How much of what you said was true?"
"It's all true."
Dongfang Jing answered decisively, without even hesitating.
Qian Renxue stared at his profile for several seconds, trying to find a flaw in his expression.
But we found nothing.
This person is the same whether he is telling the truth or lying.
"Aren't you afraid we're trying to trick you into telling us something?" Qian Renxue couldn't help but ask.
Dongfang Jing shrugged.
"If you can use this information to do something good, I'd be happy to see it happen."
Qian Renxue was both amused and exasperated by his attitude.
"You..."
She shook her head, having a lot to say, but not knowing where to begin.
never mind.
The two continued walking forward.
A faint light was already emanating from the end of the dark passage, indicating that the exit was not far ahead.
Dongfang Jing stopped and looked at the exit ahead.
"That's enough to leave you here. Aren't you going back?"
"It's on the way," Qian Renxue said. "I've been away for too long this time, and I need to get back to the palace as soon as possible."
"Um."
Dongfang Jing gave a faint reply and continued walking forward.
Qian Renxue quickly followed.
Walking on the streets of Wuhun City.
The atmosphere fell silent again. Qian Renxue racked her brains, trying to find a new topic to talk about.
"By the way, may I ask what stage your divine examination is currently at?"
"It should be soon. Why?"
"The divine test is complete... You're about to ascend to the realm of gods, right?"
"Yes, that's the rule."
Qian Renxue lowered her head and looked at her toes.
"I see... Okay!"
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Dongfang Jing with shining eyes.
"I will catch up with you as soon as possible! I will definitely inherit the angelic throne!"
Dongfang Jing shook his head as he looked at her spirited demeanor.
This woman has a pretty strong competitive spirit.
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