Douluo Dalu: Qian Renxue's Younger Brother

More than two months passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the Pope's palace.

Two titled Douluos, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, stood respectfully in the grand hall.

It seemed like they were seeing something they shouldn't.

They kept their heads lowered.

On the desk atop the high platform, the constant sound of paper and pen could be heard.

The tall, laurel crown swayed gently.

A robe adorned with jewels draped over the broad, strong figure.

The sound of writing suddenly paused.

A clear, gentle voice, carrying a hint of helplessness, rang out.

"Mom, you're sitting on the report from the chamber of commerce."

Qian Renjue, wearing Bibi Dong's crown and the Pope's robe, put down his pen and looked at the woman sitting before him.

On his desk was a delicate bouquet of violet lilies.

Seated before him was a graceful, busty, and well-proportioned figure.

She wore a purple-red dress that perfectly accentuated her graceful curves.

A refined, elegant fragrance filled the air, rich but not overwhelming.

It was a fresh and gentle scent.

Even from behind, facing the hall doors, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluos felt immense pressure.

"Hmm, then let me move aside a little," Bibi Dong said softly, with a teasing tone.

Her exquisite features and stunning beauty made her look no older than her early twenties.

Her long hair was pinned up with a golden hairpin.

Her every smile exuded nobility and maternal warmth.

She held a bunch of freshly washed grapes.

Her bare feet dangled outside the desk, gently swaying like a young girl's.

Hearing Qian Renjue's words, Bibi Dong glanced down at the document under her seat.

She smiled softly.

She looked at Qian Renjue, who was wearing her robe and crown, and the affectionate smile on her face grew wider

Her crimson lips bit into the purple-red grapes, breaking the skin and sucking out the juice.

With a tender voice, Bibi Dong said, "Jue, Mom's hands are full of grapes. Can you help me?"

"N-No," Qian Renjue quickly closed his mouth after starting to reply, a twitch of his lips showing his frustration.

Before he could fully respond, Bibi Dong had already taken action.

She placed her delicate, warm foot on his knee, supporting herself with one hand on the desk.

With a gentle push of both hand and foot, she slightly lifted her hips off the desk and shifted aside.

"Alright, Jue, continue with your work."

Bibi Dong smiled and gracefully placed the grape skin into the tray held by the nearby Ling Yuan Douluo.

"Got it, Mom," Qian Renjue muttered, adjusting the crown that was about to slip off, and picked up the chamber of commerce report to review.

"Nom, nom~" Bibi Dong playfully chewed on the grapes, making a few sounds like a mischievous child.

Qian Renjue's breathing hitched, and he clenched the chamber of commerce report so tightly that it wrinkled.

He glanced up at her, feeling a bit aggrieved, and said, "Mom, is this really your gift for my fifteenth birthday?"

"Of course. I'm your superior now," Bibi Dong laughed and nodded, carefully peeling the grapes in her hand while keeping an eye on Qian Renjue.

Her lips parted slightly as she said, "Aren't the Spirit Hall affiliated academy and the border chamber of commerce all your ideas? Of course, you need to manage them well. Once you've reviewed what needs improvement, I'll make the final adjustments."

"Now, open your mouth. Ah~" Bibi Dong gently fed the peeled grape to Qian Renjue.

"Be a good boy and be the Pope for Mom today. You did say it yourself, after all."

"Today isn't just Jue and Xue'er's birthday; it's also Mom's day of suffering," Bibi Dong said with a smile.

Qian Renjue couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth from her gentle words.

"Thank you, Mom."

He pouted slightly. After all, he had already given Bibi Dong a gift.

Opening his mouth to accept the grape, he refocused on his work. There were indeed still improvements to be made on those two projects.

"Haha~" Bibi Dong chuckled softly, watching the serious expression on Qian Renjue's face. She reached out and adjusted his crown.

Her eyes shone with pride and happiness.

As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, how could she not know the significance of those two projects?

The Spirit Hall affiliated academies were being set up in various cities to provide a direct path for outstanding individuals to enter the Spirit Academy.

While they didn't seem to have a huge impact at the moment, what would happen when every city on the continent had a Spirit Hall affiliated academy?

All the spirit masters under heaven would become disciples of the Spirit Hall!

The Spirit Hall could then recruit even more talented spirit masters.

As for the border chamber of commerce, it was a profitable venture that, combined with medicinal pills, had immense valuation.

Qian Renjue would undoubtedly be an excellent Pope.

After about half an hour, Qian Renjue had mostly finished his tasks.

Bibi Dong had been assisting from the side, occasionally feeding him fruits and pastries.

Seeing that he was wrapping things up, she placed the cherry back in the tray, spread her arms, and swayed her bare feet.

With a soft smile, she said, "Alright, Jue, carry Mom back."

"..."

Tap, tap!

Qian Renjue remained silent, tapping the stack of documents against the desk.

Ling Yuan Douluo, who had been holding the fruit tray, looked on with curiosity.

She seemed to catch a glimpse of a triumphant look in the Holy Son's expression.

"Hmm?" Bibi Dong's smile faded slightly as she watched Qian Renjue continue organizing things and ignored her.

Her soft, jade-like toes lightly tapped his knee.

"Jue~ what's wrong? Is Mom making you angry?"

Qian Renjue gently shook his head, placed the documents down, and lifted his head, his handsome face serious.

With a righteous tone, he said, "When we're working, please address me by my title. Call me His Holiness the Pope!"

"!"

Ling Yuan Douluo, who had been watching with anticipation, widened her eyes in surprise.

Glancing at Bibi Dong's expression, she couldn't help but stifle a laugh and quickly lowered her head.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged bewildered looks. Did they just hear that?

"His Holiness the Pope?" Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment.

Instead of being angry at Qian Renjue's impudence, her face flushed slightly, a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

Looking at Qian Renjue's serious expression, she couldn't suppress her smile any longer.

"Pfft~"

Bibi Dong covered her cherry lips, her smile warm and gentle.

Her eyes flashed with a certain dominance, like a proud swan.

Sitting on the desk, with her feet on his knee for support, she leaned slightly forward, moving closer to Qian Renjue's handsome face.

Her slender hand pinched his cheek.

Her fiery red lips curved up as she teased, "What did Jue just say? This little lady didn't quite hear. Can you repeat it?"

"..."

Faced with Bibi Dong's growing aura and her smiling face, Qian Renjue suddenly felt pressured.

He chuckled awkwardly and shook his head.

"Mom, n-nothing, I was just joking."

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