411. Listen To Your Mom

“I’m serious. How could I ever hurt you on purpose, Mom?”

Qian Renjue sighed helplessly. He carefully reached out and removed the crown from Bibi Dong’s head.

“Hmph!”

Bibi Dong snorted coldly. She felt utterly displeased, her heart stifled with frustration!

Her amethyst eyes narrowed slightly as if she had thought of something.

Hooking her arm around Qian Renjue’s, she asked softly, as though it were a casual question:
“Does she know you’ve regained your memories?”

“...”

Qian Renjue placed the crown on the desk, pausing for a moment before shaking his head uncertainly.

At that time, Liu Erlong had fainted, so he wasn’t sure if she’d heard or understood.

“It’s better if she doesn’t know,”

A sudden smile appeared on Bibi Dong’s face as she sternly commanded:
“Jue, you are not allowed to tell her that you remember!”

“Why?”

Qian Renjue frowned, confusion written all over his face.

“Why? You still need to ask me why?!”

“You must listen to me on this matter!”

“Anything else, I can overlook, and you two can mess around however you like—”

Before she could finish speaking, she reached out and pinched Qian Renjue’s ear, applying just a bit of pressure.

“Ow! Mom, take it easy!”

Qian Renjue moved away from the throne, tilting his face, pain evident in his eyes.

“Hmph! That’s what you get for running around and flirting!”

Bibi Dong bit her lip, glaring resentfully at Qian Renjue, who was repeatedly pleading for mercy.

It was only then that she fully realized—
This was a mess that Jue would also have to take responsibility for!

He had been fine staying at home—why did he have to enter someone else’s dreams?

“Well, I didn’t plan for it at first...”

Qian Renjue explained awkwardly, a bit helpless.

After all, Liu Erlong had been with him for so long that even a heart of stone would eventually melt.

“In any case, unless you have my permission, you are not allowed to bring her home, let alone tell her you’ve regained your memories!”

Bibi Dong let go of Qian Renjue’s reddened ear, her tone sharp and uncompromising.
“If you don’t agree, you can just go stay at her place from now on!”

“Mom, but... she...”

Covering his ear, Qian Renjue looked conflicted, clearly torn.

He didn’t want to hurt either of them.

Bibi Dong, knowing her son well, understood that sheer force wouldn’t work.

A softer approach was needed.

She raised her hands to cup Qian Renjue’s face, her voice gentle as she gave him a way out:
“Don’t worry, Jue. Once I’ve calmed down a bit, you can tell her.”

“Mom, Erlong... she’s...”

Qian Renjue held Bibi Dong’s delicate hands, his voice hesitant.


He couldn’t help but recall Liu Erlong’s tearful, heartbroken expression, which weighed heavily on his heart.

Hearing her name, and seeing the pity and concern in Qian Renjue’s eyes, Bibi Dong’s anger flared.

That damned woman! Seducing her son!
Does she think entering this family would be so easy?

Bibi Dong stared directly into Qian Renjue’s eyes, her tone both sorrowful and accusing:
“I’ve already allowed you to interact with her because I don’t want to make things too difficult for you.”

“Can’t you keep from making things hard for me, Jue?!”

“Of course not.”

Qian Renjue froze momentarily, noticing the mix of anger and pain in Bibi Dong’s gaze.

In that instant, he realized there was more to this—a deep-seated issue from the past.

His thoughts raced, but unable to come up with a solution, he sighed and reluctantly nodded.

“Mom, please don’t be upset. I’ll do as you say.”

“That’s better~”

Bibi Dong’s lips curved slightly, her earlier resentment dissipating.
She cupped Qian Renjue’s handsome face, her perfect features softening into a gentle smile.

Her voice, as she spoke, was like the song of a nightingale—soft, melodious, and enchanting.


“Jue, Mom isn’t angry with you~”

As her words fell, Bibi Dong’s face softened. She leaned forward, leaving a gentle, moist kiss on Qian Renjue’s forehead.

Qian Renjue caught the delicate fragrance in the air, his gaze falling briefly on the intricate crystal pendant nestled at her chest before shifting his eyes and nodding slightly.

“Mm, I know, Mom.”

“That’s good.”

Bibi Dong leaned against him, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched his reddened face. She giggled softly before resting her head on Qian Renjue’s shoulder, gently nuzzling him with a tenderness as smooth as flowing water.

“Mom could never bear to truly be angry with you. But you must promise not to make me upset, understand?”

Qian Renjue held her delicate hand in his, resting his cheek against her head and inhaling the faint scent of her hair. He responded softly, “Mm, I understand.”

“Good boy~”

Bibi Dong narrowed her enchanting eyes, her hand soothingly caressing Qian Renjue’s chest as if to calm his heart.

“Oh, right!”

Suddenly remembering something, Bibi Dong sat upright with a serious expression.

“One more condition!” she said sternly.

“Without my approval, she’s absolutely not allowed to carry the Qian family’s child!”

“Huh? Mom, isn’t that thinking a bit too far ahead?”

Qian Renjue’s face twisted into a helpless grimace.

“Too far ahead? You may not be thinking about it, but can you guarantee that she isn’t?”

Bibi Dong’s face hardened as she argued her case.

She had previously reviewed intelligence from over a decade ago and realized that Liu Erlong’s relentless search back then wasn’t for that worthless man she had supposedly loved.

No, it had always been for her own son—a son Bibi Dong herself hadn’t yet fully accepted at the time!

What a beast!

At that age, Jue had still been playing with a wooden sword, pretending to duel with Xiao Xue.

Yet that vile woman had already set her sights on him!

Disgusting!

Seeing Bibi Dong’s face darken as her thoughts spiraled, Qian Renjue hesitated, his words caught in his throat.

He sighed inwardly.

It seemed he would need to dedicate more time and attention to Liu Erlong for now, at least to keep things balanced.

Bibi Dong, grinding her teeth in frustration, grew angrier the more she thought about it. She clutched Qian Renjue’s hand firmly, speaking with heartfelt seriousness:

“Jue, listen to me.”

“You must show restraint. If she insists and you really can’t hold back, go find Ling Yuan instead.”

“Mom! What are you even saying?!”

Qian Renjue exclaimed, caught between laughter and tears.

What he didn’t realize was that Bibi Dong had misunderstood how long he’d spent using his Yellow Millet Dream ability, leading her to mistakenly assume Liu Erlong was some kind of depraved predator.

And yet, even if the truth were revealed... it didn’t seem far from her original assumption.


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The mother and son talked for about half an hour before finally leaving the Pope’s Hall.

“Greetings, Your Majesty. Greetings, Holy Son.”

Ling Yuan greeted them respectfully, finally feeling a sense of relief.

“Mm.”

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, her tone soft. “Ling Yuan, come sit with me. Nana has prepared a celebratory feast for Jue.”

Ling Yuan was about to politely decline but changed her mind upon hearing about the feast. She bowed deeply and replied, “Thank you, Your Majesty. I will obey.”

“No need to be so formal, Sister Ling Yuan. Let’s go—Nana and the others must be getting impatient.”

Qian Renjue smiled, reaching out to gently take her wrist.

“Mm~”

A rosy blush spread across Ling Yuan’s delicate face.

Bibi Dong shot Qian Renjue a sideways glance, silently chastising him for his lack of decorum. After all, she still had her dignity as the Pope to uphold.

Yet she also understood that only a select few in Spirit City could earn such treatment from Jue.

Before long, the three of them walked together, returning to the courtyard.

Under the pavilion, two women who had been waiting anxiously exchanged glances before leaping to their feet at the sound of approaching footsteps.

They quickly moved to greet the group.

“Teacher, Senior Brother, Sister Ling Yuan (or Brother Holy Son)!”

Hu Liena stopped respectfully in front of Bibi Dong, her demeanor humble and reverent.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong had already flung herself into Qian Renjue’s arms.

“Hmm?”

Bibi Dong lowered her gaze to scrutinize her prospective daughter-in-law. She seemed displeased that the girl hadn’t even offered a proper greeting.