"What do you mean someone's coming?"
Zhu Hongxiu was slightly puzzled.
However, before Dai Chengfeng could explain, at that moment…
Click-clack-click…
The sound of high heels striking the ground suddenly echoed outside Dai Chengfeng's room, carrying a hint of urgency.
"Prince Dai Chengfeng, the Pope requests your presence."
Soon after, Ling Yuan Douluo's voice came from outside the door.
Zhu Hongxiu turned her head sharply, looking at Dai Chengfeng in astonishment, her lips slightly parted.
*I didn't even sense anyone approaching, yet Dai Chengfeng somehow did?*
Zhu Hongxiu was utterly shocked. After consuming the Great Rejuvenation Pill and immortal herbs Dai Chengfeng had given her, she had now reached level 87 as a Soul Douluo.
In contrast, even after his recent surge in soul power, Dai Chengfeng was only at level 40.
Their soul powers differed by 47 levels.
Yet Dai Chengfeng's perception far surpassed hers, leaving Zhu Hongxiu even more amazed by the sheer strength of his spiritual energy.
At this moment, Dai Chengfeng simply smiled faintly at his mother's astonished expression once again.
Then, with a calm tone, he addressed Ling Yuan Douluo outside the door:
"Ling Yuan Douluo, it's so late. What does Master need me for?"
Ling Yuan Douluo hesitated outside the door, her voice lowered and tinged with obvious concern: "I don't know…"
"But I saw the look on the Pope's face—it seemed very troubled. Your Highness should be cautious."
"A troubled look?"
Dai Chengfeng muttered unconsciously, his brows furrowing. He immediately thought of Yu Xiaogang, his eyes flickering with contemplation.
Could it be that Yu Xiaogang had come to see her?
Dai Chengfeng thought it highly likely.
After all, Gui Mei's report from earlier was still fresh in his mind. And Bibi Dong wasn't the type to show significant emotional fluctuations under normal circumstances.
But Yu Xiaogang was an exception.
Whenever Yu Xiaogang was involved, Bibi Dong became almost obsessively unhinged, bordering on deranged.
However, while Dai Chengfeng now understood why her expression was troubled, he still didn't know why she wanted to see him…
Thinking this, Dai Chengfeng spoke softly to Ling Yuan Douluo outside the door: "Alright, Ling Yuan Douluo, please wait a moment."
After speaking, he gently squeezed his mother's hand, which was still holding onto him, his tone soft:
"Mother, it's already very late. I've finished absorbing the spirit bone. You should go back and rest."
"I'll go see Master first and find out what she wants with me at this hour."
Zhu Hongxiu tightened her grip on Dai Chengfeng's hand, her eyes filled with concern and worry. "If there's anything troubling you, remember to let me know."
"If everything's fine, come back and rest early."
"Mm, Mother, don't worry."
Dai Chengfeng nodded, then slowly stepped out of the room, following Ling Yuan Douluo into the rain.
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Night fell deep.
A curtain of rain blanketed the sky like silver threads, large droplets pounding against the cobblestones and splashing up tiny droplets of water.
The figures of Dai Chengfeng and Ling Yuan moved under the dim glow of palace lanterns, their footsteps mingling with the sound of the rain.
Isn't he going to the Pope's Hall?
At this moment, Dai Chengfeng looked at Ling Yuan leading the way ahead, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.
He realized that the place Ling Yuan was taking him wasn't the familiar Pope's Hall but rather, reportedly…
The direction of Bibi Dong's private chambers?!
Thinking this, Dai Chengfeng's heart tightened. To meet me directly in her private chambers—this shows how urgent and angry Bibi Dong must be…
Soon, under Ling Yuan Douluo's guidance, Dai Chengfeng arrived at the entrance to Bibi Dong's bedroom. The gilded patterns on the carved wooden door shimmered coldly in the rain.
Knock-knock-knock…
Ling Yuan Douluo approached, lightly knocking on the door and respectfully announced:
"Pope, Prince Dai Chengfeng is here for you."
"Let Dai Chengfeng enter alone."
Bibi Dong's somewhat languid voice came from inside the room.
"Yes."
Ling Yuan Douluo acknowledged the command respectfully, then turned to Dai Chengfeng. "Please?"
Dai Chengfeng nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed open the door to Bibi Dong's private chamber.
Creak~
First, a wave of dense ambergris incense hit him. In the flickering lamplight, Bibi Dong's silhouette was cast onto the wall.
At this moment, Bibi Dong wore a moon-purple silk nightgown, lazily seated by the window. Her wine-red hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, with a few strands falling casually across her collarbone.
The neckline of her nightgown was slightly open, revealing delicate collarbones and pale, flawless skin…
At the same time, she held a gilded wine flask in her hand, sipping small mouthfuls of amber-colored liquor. With her back to Dai Chengfeng, she gazed out at the pouring rain, exuding an allure and vulnerability entirely different from her usual demeanor.
"You're here."
Bibi Dong's voice carried a raspy tinge of intoxication but still retained an undeniable authority. She spoke without turning her head.
Dai Chengfeng nodded, his gaze falling on the shards of broken porcelain scattered across the floor—likely the result of someone's furious outburst…
"What did you call me here for, Master?"
Dai Chengfeng nodded again, his eyes lingering on the shattered porcelain, clearly the aftermath of someone's rage.
"Do I need a reason to call for you?"
Before Dai Chengfeng could ponder further, Bibi Dong's voice suddenly rose.
Bam—
She slammed the wine flask down on the windowsill, creating a sharp, jarring sound, then turned to glare at Dai Chengfeng.
"Does there have to be a reason for me to summon you?"
Looking at the discomposed Bibi Dong, Dai Chengfeng inwardly thought: 'So she really did meet with Yu Xiaogang, and their conversation seems to have gone poorly.'
Otherwise, it was hard to imagine anyone else causing her to lose her composure like this.
Though Dai Chengfeng thought this inwardly, outwardly he feigned great confusion, lifting his head with wide, innocent eyes.
"If there's no reason, I can naturally come to see you, Master."
"But didn't you just send Ling Yuan to fetch me, saying you had something to discuss?"
"Ling Yuan said you wanted to see me about something."
Upon hearing Dai Chengfeng's words, Bibi Dong regained some composure, the anger in her eyes gradually fading. She turned her head, her expression complex, and shook her head at Dai Chengfeng.
"Just now… I lost my temper. I wasn't talking about you…"
As she spoke, Bibi Dong took another large gulp of wine. The liquid trickled down the corner of her mouth, flowing across her pale skin and leaving behind amber streaks.
But Bibi Dong seemed oblivious, merely sighing softly.
Suddenly, she set the wine flask down and stared at Dai Chengfeng, her gaze hazy with intoxication.
"Dai Chengfeng, do you think I'm beautiful?"
"Huh?"
Hearing Bibi Dong's question, Dai Chengfeng was momentarily stunned, completely baffled. A confused expression spread across his face.
Did she bring me here in the middle of the night just to ask me this?
Could it be that she got upset with Yu Xiaogang and now wants a substitute, planning to pull some shady move on me?
But…
Looking at Bibi Dong in her silk nightgown, undeniably stunning…
Maybe… it wouldn't be so bad?
But shaking his head inwardly, Dai Chengfeng rejected the thought. How could he ever serve as someone's replacement?
And this isn't some female-oriented story—what's with this "replacement literature"?
Bibi Dong… she's really drunk!
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