...
After calming the group of girls whose values had been greatly shaken, Xuan Hao breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to look at Na'er, who had been quietly standing to the side, and gave her a knowing look.
"Na'er, I'll leave the rest of the questions and answers to you. Also, please keep an eye on them for me."
Xuan Hao stood up and straightened his clothes, which were a little disheveled from exhaustion.
"I still have to go to the Crown Prince's residence. After that incident, who knows how crazy Qian Renxue is in the residence right now?
If she gets agitated and flips the table and causes trouble, that would be a big problem.
I have to go and appease her."
After giving him some careful instructions, Xuan Hao left the hotel under the cover of night and headed towards the Crown Prince's residence with practiced ease.
Although the Crown Prince's residence was heavily guarded, it was practically useless to Xuan Hao.
As usual, he skillfully scaled the wall and sneaked in.
However, just as he climbed through the window into the inner courtyard, before his feet even touched the ground, a hand reached out from the darkness, grabbed his collar, and roughly dragged him into a secret room.
With a faint golden light, Xue Qinghe's perfect disguise vanished instantly, revealing Qian Renxue's original appearance: golden hair reaching her waist, stunningly beautiful yet with an icy expression.
"How's the situation over there?
How exactly did you explain it to them?!"
Qian Renxue stared intently at Xuan Hao, her tone urgent, clearly having been tormented by various terrifying scenarios on the way.
Xuan Hao thought for a moment and decided not to play games.
He looked directly into her eyes with extreme honesty:
"I didn't hide anything. I told them the whole truth... including your true identity, your plan to seize the country, and the fact that I am the Pope's disciple."
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue reacted as if a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly becoming anxious.
"Are you crazy?! How could you tell such a secret, enough to wipe out your entire family, to those teenage girls?!
Especially since Ning Fengzhi's daughter, Ning Rongrong, is among them!
Do you know what you're doing?!"
Qian Renxue's chest heaved violently with anger, and the sacred soul power in her eyes surged uncontrollably once again.
"Calm down, Xue'er!"
Xuan Hao pressed down on her trembling shoulders and pulled her in front of him, his eyes steady and firm:
"It's okay, trust me. Ning Rongrong is no longer the spoiled and naive child she once was.
She's grown up and knows what's important."
"I have just broken down and analyzed the whole situation for them in detail."
Xuan Hao patiently reassured her, "If she dares to expose your identity, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will immediately face the Spirit Hall's all-out bloody retaliation!
In the face of an absolute difference in strength, what kind of situation will that be?
Will the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School still exist?
Ning Rongrong will not gamble with the lives of her father and the entire sect."
Xuan Hao paused, "Besides, who am I? I am the Holy Son chosen by the Papal Palace, and also your man, the future Emperor of Heavenly Dou!
In the end, isn't the future direction of this continent still up to me?"
"As long as the current situation continues to develop steadily and the handover is completed without bloodshed, I will be the ultimate winner in this game.
And if I am the winner, aren't they, as the people around me, also the biggest winners?"
Xuan Hao looked into Qian Renxue's eyes, which were gradually calming down, and continued to analyze:
"Breaking through all this won't change anything; it will only cause the situation to deteriorate and spiral out of control instantly, accelerating the full-scale outbreak of war and killing tens of thousands of people.
But by remaining silent, everything can continue stably, and we might even achieve a bloodless unification.
They're not stupid; they know which choice to make."
After listening to Xuan Hao's extremely rational analysis of the pros and cons, Qian Renxue's mania subsided somewhat, but she still bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with undisguised worry and anxiety.
"But...but this is, after all, the culmination of over ten years of infiltration and the sacrifice of my entire youth!"
Qian Renxue's voice carried an extremely rare vulnerability and tremor, "How could I possibly allow such an uncontrollable risk to exist?!
What if?
What if one of them let something slip, or Ning Fengzhi noticed something... Wouldn't all these years of walking on thin ice in the dark have been wasted?!"
Looking at this proud angel before him, so insecure and anxious, Xuan Hao stopped spouting empty platitudes.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist, scooped her up in his arms, strode to the bedside, and gently laid her down.
Then, he pressed himself against her, holding her tightly in his embrace and enveloped in her breath.
"What are you afraid of?"
Xuan Hao looked down at her, gently smoothing her furrowed brow with his finger.
"With me here, what are you afraid of?"
"Even if this thin veil is finally torn off, even if your ten-year infiltration plan fails... at worst, I'll just take it down for you, won't I?"
"What two great empires, what a million-strong army.
Once I reach the Title Douluo level, when I truly reach that point, I will transform into a hundred-meter-long golden dragon and directly become a meteorite from outer space, smashing it into their military camps and imperial city!
One blow will decide the outcome, and I will smash any bullshit obstacles into nothingness!"
He lowered his head, his nose gently touching Qian Renxue's nose.
"I will get you whatever you want."
"So, stop scaring yourself, stop rushing... okay?"
Faced with Xuan Hao's extremely domineering yet reassuring words of comfort, Qian Renxue's body, which had been extremely tense, finally softened little by little.
Her heart, which had been hanging in mid-air due to extreme insecurity, finally settled back into her stomach.
The divine soul power surging in her eyes completely subsided, replaced by an extremely rare tenderness and dependence characteristic of a young girl.
Seeing that she had finally stopped dwelling on her thoughts, Xuan Hao didn't say anything more.
He simply lay quietly on the bed, stretched out his arms to completely encircle her soft body in his embrace, and gently rested his chin on her hair, enjoying this rare moment of tenderness.
The room fell silent, with only the sound of their breathing mingling.
They hugged each other quietly for a while.
Qian Renxue pressed her face against his broad chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, a faint blush rose on her beautiful face.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes darting away, and asked softly, "You...you're just holding me like this, won't something happen? Won't your body...feel uncomfortable?"
Upon hearing this unexpected question, Xuan Hao was taken aback at first, then gave a helpless wry smile.
He reached out and pinched Qian Renxue's cheek, saying irritably, "Please, I'm a gentleman with exceptional self-control, okay?
With a beauty in my arms, I'm not so weak as to lack even this most basic self-control."
"Yeah?"
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's expression immediately turned extremely strange.
She looked Xuan Hao up and down, curled her lips, and mercilessly brought up the past:
"Since you have such good self-control, how come you reacted so quickly when you hugged me last time?"
At this point, Qian Renxue suddenly glanced downwards, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, her tone laced with provocation and suspicion:
"You wouldn't be... weakened by that 'blood and qi bomb' move, so you can't get up now, would you?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Hao's face instantly darkened, and he fell into a deep silence.
How could anyone tolerate this?!
No man could stand such questioning!
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