Douluo Dalu 1: The Tang Family Rebel

Heaven Dou Empire, Crown Prince's Mansion.

In the study, a young man who appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old was seated at a desk, pen in hand, dealing with state affairs. Judging by the neatly stacked documents and memorials on the desk, the workload was undeniably substantial.

Once appointed as the crown prince, the emperor typically delegated some less critical state matters to him, enabling the prince to gradually acclimate to the responsibilities of ruling. Consequently, as the empire's heir, the crown prince's daily life was exceptionally busy, inundated with a myriad of minor affairs that were peripheral to core governance.

This young man, currently handling official duties, was the empire's eldest prince and crown prince, Xue Qinghe. Yet, this identity was merely a facade. The real Xue Qinghe had been assassinated years ago. Sitting here now, disguised as Xue Qinghe, was none other than Qian Renxue. Only someone like her, the Angel God's successor possessing the Angel God's inherited spirit bone with its innate disguise ability, could impersonate Xue Qinghe so flawlessly. Even a Title Douluo would fail to see through her disguise.

Suddenly, a knock echoed at the study's door.

Qian Renxue's hand paused as she reviewed a memorial. Setting down her pen gently, she said coldly, "Enter."

The door creaked open, and a young man stepped in, head bowed, holding a letter with both hands. In a respectful tone, he said, "Young Master, this is a reply from Young Master Yun Chuan."

Qian Renxue's expression, initially calm and composed, underwent a dramatic shift. Unable to contain her eagerness, she quickly said, "Bring it here."

The young man approached the desk, holding the letter respectfully. Once he handed it over, he retreated with practiced precision. Upon reaching the doorway, he carefully closed the door behind him.

Alone in the room, Qian Renxue finally abandoned her disguise. A golden glow enveloped her, and when it faded, the previously unremarkable young man had transformed into a breathtaking beauty.

Her long, sunlit golden hair cascaded freely, exuding a natural charm. Her flawless complexion rivaled freshly fallen snow, and her exquisite features embodied feminine grace and allure.

Between her brows, a small six-winged angel mark glimmered faintly. Her golden eyes carried an innate majesty, blending beauty with danger. Dressed in a golden imperial gown, simple yet elegant, she epitomized refinement. Her figure—perfect in every sense—further highlighted her unmatched allure.

She appeared to be around fifteen or sixteen years old, radiating the youthful charm of a girl in her prime.

After reverting to her true form, Qian Renxue eagerly tore open the envelope, pulled out the letter, and carefully unfolded it. The first thing that met her eyes was Yun Chuan's familiar handwriting—neat and well-structured, exuding an air of discipline. She couldn't help but admire his penmanship.

Starting from the opening line, her cheeks turned slightly pink as she read:

"To the world's most adorable, most beautiful, most gentle, and kind Snow Sister:"

Flustered, she murmured softly, "This little brat... Aren't you embarrassed? I feel embarrassed just reading this."

She continued reading.

"The summer blossoms bloom vividly, but they pale compared to your beauty. The summer sun shines brightly, yet it cannot match your warmth. The summer rain cools the earth, but it cannot compare to the gentle kiss upon your lips. I miss you deeply—when will we meet again?"

The mention of a kiss caused her to bite her tender lips in slight annoyance. Memories of their last farewell surfaced—she had intended to give him a light kiss on the cheek, but the cheeky boy had turned his head at the last second, causing her to kiss his lips by accident.

"That was just an accident," she muttered, her ears tinged with red. "Why does he keep bringing it up?"

Flipping her long golden hair over her shoulders, Qian Renxue continued reading.

"No painter, no matter how skilled, could capture your beauty. No poet, no matter how gifted, could describe the depth of my love for you. My dearest Sister, I would willingly become an angel just to guard you forever."

Her golden eyes sparkled as she murmured, "What does this little rascal know about love? And an angel? That's my role, thank you very much…"

Mid-sentence, she froze, realizing the implication of her own words. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, her radiant eyes shimmering with an unspoken softness.

She glanced around as if guilty, ensuring no one else was present before exhaling in relief. Settling down, she resumed reading.

"It has been two months since your last visit. These mere sixty days have felt like sixty years to me. I finally understand what the ancients meant by 'a day apart feels like three autumns.'"

Feigning annoyance, she whispered, "Is it really that exaggerated?" Yet her heart warmed, and a soft smile graced her lips. Despite knowing the words were embellished, she couldn't help but feel touched.

"I think of you on the most beautiful nights, in the deepest breaths, in the happiest moments, and even in my lowest lows, knowing that having you in this world is enough."

As Qian Renxue read on, her heart felt as if it were wrapped in a warm, golden cocoon. The weight of state affairs, the weariness, and her frustrations melted away like snow in the sun. Each word seemed to carry an invisible energy, revitalizing her spirit.

When she reached the end of the letter, she didn't immediately set it down. Instead, she read it again from the beginning, savoring every sentence, every sentiment.

Clutching the letter to her chest, Qian Renxue leaned back in her chair, her golden eyes gazing dreamily at the ceiling. A blissful smile lingered on her lips, punctuated by soft giggles.

At this moment, Qian Renxue was no longer the cold and calculating angel of the Spirit Hall Hall.

She was simply a girl in love—a lovestruck, dreamy, and thoroughly captivated young maiden.