Qian Renxue was truly fuming, but she had no choice but to endure.
After a fierce internal struggle, she once again set aside her status and dignity, standing up to fetch the water just to keep her cover intact.
However, seeing her actually preparing to go through with it, Ivan raised his hand to stop her.
“Enough, that’s enough.
You don’t need to do that,” he said, waving his hand indifferently.
Qian Renxue felt a wave of relief.
Her pride would have been completely shattered otherwise.
She tentatively asked, “Then, Young Lord, may this servant return to her room first?” “Yes, go back.” Hearing this, Qian Renxue turned to leave.
But just as her hand touched the door handle, Ivan’s calm voice echoed from behind her, freezing the air in the room.
“Hey, Qian Renxue.
Do you think that First Imperial Prince Xue Qinghe of the Tiandou Empire will attempt another escape tonight?” Qian Renxue’s body instantly stiffened.
A terrifying chill ran down her spine, and her heart plummeted to rock bottom.
It felt as if a massive boulder was crushing her chest, making it impossible to breathe.
She turned around, her eyes wide with absolute horror and disbelief.
Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to maintain her dying defense: “Young Lord…
what are you saying?
I am Little Mei!” Ivan shook his head and smiled faintly.
“Stop pretending, Qian Renxue.
From the very first sentence you spoke to me, your cover was blown.
The real Little Mei would never use such formal, distant court manners with me.
But more importantly, I know exactly who is hiding beneath that disguise.” Qian Renxue took a deep breath, realizing that denying it was useless.
However, she tried to cling to her final layer of defense: “Even if you saw through my maid disguise, why call me Qian Renxue?
Who is that?” “Qian Renxue!
The Young Lord of Spirit Hall, the true descendant of the legendary Six-Winged Angel Clan,” Ivan uttered each word calmly, but every single syllable shook her soul like thunder.
Qian Renxue lowered her head, her gaze instantly turning cold and filled with immense rage.
“So, you’ve known who I am from the beginning.
You knew, yet you deliberately made me fetch tea, rub your shoulders, and play along just to toy with me?!” “I needed to see how far the brilliant successor of Spirit Hall would go to protect her five-year undercover mission in the Heaven Dou Royal Palace,” Ivan admitted frankly.
“Despicable!
To think a mere child could be this calculating!” Qian Renxue completely erupted.
In that instant, a blinding golden light radiated from her body, and a pair of majestic golden wings unfolded behind her.
At fourteen, she was already a 43rd-rank Spirit Ancestor.
Even though her infiltration had delayed her cultivation, her innate genius was undeniable.
As the divine Six-Winged Angel Spirit manifested, four spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple—shone brilliantly under her feet, and a sacred longsword appeared in her hand.
“I will silence you here!” Qian Renxue thrust her sword forward with terrifying speed.
Yet, Ivan didn’t even flinch.
He remained sitting calmly on the sofa.
Just as the blade was inches away, Xiahou Dun materialized out of thin air.
With a swift flick of his fingers, a surge of level 95 Titled Douluo energy easily disarmed her and pinned her arms behind her back, subduing her instantly.
“Let me go!” Qian Renxue glared furiously at Ivan.
“You little brat!
In my entire life, I have never humiliated myself to serve anyone like I did tonight!
Once I leave this place, I will ensure the wrath of Spirit Hall flattens your entire duchy!” Looking at her true form, Ivan had to admit she carried an incredible, noble majesty—golden hair, an exquisite face, and an aura that commanded respect.
But his expression remained icy.
He stood up and walked toward her.
“Threatening me with Spirit Hall is useless, Qian Renxue.
Think about your current situation.
You are my captive, and your entire five-year plan to seize the Heaven Dou Empire rests in my hands.” Qian Renxue sneered, trying to mask her anxiety: “Do you dare to expose me?
If you do, Spirit Hall will destroy you before the sun rises.” “Exposing you brings me no profit, and I am a businessman at heart,” Ivan replied, his voice filled with commanding authority.
“I know you orchestrated the elimination of the Third Prince tonight to secure the throne.
If I reveal your true identity to Emperor Xue Ye tomorrow, your years of effort vanish instantly.
But if we cooperate, we both get what we want.” Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes, realizing the terrifying depth of this boy’s intellect.
“What do you want?” “I want the Ivan Duchy to rise without imperial interference.
I need resources, funding to maintain my forces, and your political backing from the shadows,” Ivan smiled, a sharp, ambitious glint in his eyes.
“Be a quiet ally to my duchy, and I will keep your greatest secret safe.
Try to cross me or escape again, and the entire continent will know who is sitting on the Crown Prince’s throne.” Qian Renxue tightly clenched her teeth, staring at him with a mixture of fury and deep strategic apprehension.
For the first time in her life, she felt completely checkmated by an opponent—and he was only six years old.