“Qian Renxue trembled slightly, her body instantly rigid on the spot, her emotions also becoming tense: ‘Damn it!
How did he appear at this moment?’ ‘Is it a coincidence?
Or has he already discovered me?
Impossible!
That should be impossible!’ ‘He definitely doesn’t know I am Qian Renxue!’ Qian Renxue was extremely confident and certain; she didn’t panic and remained very calm.
But she didn’t know that Ivan was fully aware of her identity.
Ivan said in a low voice: ‘Xiahou Dun, guard the perimeter.’ ‘Yes, Lord.’ Ivan smiled slightly and called out to the disguised maid: ‘Hey, Little Mei, come here for a moment.’ Qian Renxue forcefully suppressed the unpleasantness in her heart, squeezed out a smile, turned around, and walked towards Ivan: ‘Yes, coming, Young Master!
Do you have any instructions?’ Ivan laughed inwardly.
Just one sentence allowed him to see through her.
The real Little Mei was a loyal maid of the mansion and would never address him with such formal, distant court manners.
Therefore, this person was none other than the disguised Crown Prince.
Ivan didn’t immediately call for the guards.
Instead, he walked over to the tea table, poured two cups of tea, and sat down calmly on the sofa.
‘Sit down, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.
Or should I call you by your true name from the Spirit Hall—Qian Renxue?’ Ivan said in a calm, piercing voice.
Upon hearing those words, Qian Renxue’s entire face froze.
The shock was so immense that her disguise technique fluctuated, and for a split second, a golden holy light flickered around her form before settling back.
Her heart hammered against her ribs.
‘How…
how does a six-year-old child know this secret?!’ she thought in absolute terror.
Seeing her frozen state, Ivan took a sip of tea and smiled: ‘You thought your disguise was flawless, and you thought you could easily slip away as a maid.
But you forgot that in my territory, nothing escapes my eyes.
I know you orchestrated the elimination of the Third Prince Xue Wu tonight to secure your path to the throne.’ Qian Renxue tightly clenched her teeth, forcefully suppressing her panic as she realized she had completely underestimated this boy.
She dropped the maid’s submissive posture, stood tall, and stared coldly at Ivan with the majestic aura of a ruler.
‘Since you know everything, why haven’t you called your level 99 Title Douluo to execute me?’ Qian Renxue demanded, her voice regaining its cold confidence.
‘If I die here, both the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall will tear your Ai City to pieces.’ ‘I am a reasonable monarch,’ Ivan replied, his eyes flashing with tactical brilliance.
‘Killing you brings me no benefit.
But keeping you here as a secret strategic partner does.
I want the Ivan Duchy to be recognized, and I need resources—funding, military supplies, and time to develop.
You will write a secret decree to the Heaven Dou Imperial Court to secure these for me, using your influence as the Crown Prince.’ Qian Renxue sneered, though inwardly she was relieved she wouldn’t be executed: ‘You are using my secrets to blackmail me?
What an ambitious little brat.’ ‘It’s not blackmail, it’s a mutual transaction,’ Ivan stood up, his Emperor Sword humming faintly with a majestic light attribute aura.
‘You get to keep your perfect disguise and your path to the Heaven Dou throne, and I get the resources to build my duchy.
If you try to escape again, I will broadcast your true identity and your assassination of the Third Prince to the entire continent tomorrow morning.’ Qian Renxue was completely stuck in a dilemma, but she had no choice.
She took a deep breath, looked at Ivan with a mixture of anger and deep respect for his terrifying intellect, and said: ‘Fine.
I will agree to your terms for now.
But remember this, Ivan—this small city won’t hold the continent forever.'”