Weng had met Song Xiwei at the Demon Lord's succession ceremony.

That day, Song Xiwei and the Demon Lord were absolutely stunning, leaving an unforgettable impression on everyone who saw them.

But Weng isn't stupid.

Although the Demon Lord didn't say it explicitly, his eyes were practically glued to Song Xiwei, and he acted as if he were guarding against a thief, afraid that anyone would look at Song Xiwei too much. This kind of behavior made Weng find it very interesting.

Weng doesn't actually like men who are too beautiful.

She prefers men who are more robust and masculine, so the men around her are all of that type.

The reason I glanced at Song Xiwei a few more times was simply out of curiosity.

The Demon Lord is not a good-tempered person, nor is he slow-paced.

How come two years have passed and we still haven't won him over?

Moreover, seeing how carefully and cautiously the Demon Lord was taking care of her, even Weng felt a little sorry for this innocent Demon Lord.

If he keeps dragging this out, isn't he afraid that the beauty he's about to win will slip away?

After all, the outside world has been in chaos lately, and this beauty is not a demon. If she were to leave, the allure of the outside world would confuse her, and the Demon Lord would have nowhere to turn for help.

Weng found it rather amusing that the Demon Lord treated her like a thief.

But Weng still had high hopes for this young demon lord.

After all, the demon race is not in chaos internally, and has not committed any evil deeds in the past two years. Both internally and externally, it is peaceful, and Weng is happy with this situation.

Although demons are a race that is easy to kill, after killing for so long, anyone will get tired and yearn for peace.

Weng felt that the new Demon Lord had brought a new world to the Demon Clan.

Therefore, even though the Demon Lord was unfriendly to her, she was still willing to help him.

Give them a boost so that the Demon Lord can get his wish sooner.

So, even though the Demon Lord's gaze towards Weng was so cold it could freeze someone to death.

Weng still extended an invitation to Aoqian and Song Xiwei in a polite tone, "Your Majesty and the esteemed envoy have arrived at just the right time. Our locust blossom festival in Huailin is in the next few days. You two must do us the honor of joining us!"

"The Locust Blossom Festival?" Song Xiwei was very surprised. It had been two years since she had heard of this festival.

Aoqian was also unaware of this. "What is the Locust Blossom Festival?"

"This is our own festival in Huailin, similar to the Qixi Festival in the human world, a festival for lovers to celebrate together. It will be very lively. In short, you two have made the right trip!"

Ao Qian understood Weng's implication.

His gaze towards Weng softened slightly, but his tone remained stiff. "Why weren't you informed about such an interesting holiday earlier?"

In the past two years, Aoqian has been trying various methods to make Song Xiwei's stay in Chidu more interesting, so that Song Xiwei doesn't get bored.

He naturally knew that Song Xiwei liked the human world, a magical place with warmth and coldness, and all sorts of human experiences.

Aoqian was probably influenced by Song Xiwei. He felt that he would like to travel around the world with Song Xiwei, anywhere would be fine.

Upon hearing that the Locust Blossom Festival was similar to the Qixi Festival, Song Xiwei immediately became interested.

"Alright, then we'll accept your offer without hesitation!"

Song Xiwei agreed, but then suddenly remembered that Aoqian, as the Demon Lord, had been working diligently for the past two years without taking a break.

Now that we've finally arrived, it wouldn't be good to rush back or let Aoqian go back on his own.

She asked Aoqian, "You haven't had a proper rest in two years. Why don't you take a few days off and relax?"

Aoqian was worried that Song Xiwei would urge him to go back and deal with government affairs first, but unexpectedly, Song Xiwei was considerate of his hard work over the past two years.

He felt a warmth in his heart; he thought Song Xiwei was so considerate. "Okay, let's do it that way."

The Huailin Festival is actually not a rare festival in Huailin.

Because Weng wanted to take this opportunity to bring the two of them together, she suddenly moved the monthly festival, which she usually held according to her mood, forward.

Specifically, this festival was held in Huailin not long ago.

But Weng is the owner here, so what she says goes. If she says to hold this festival, it will be held immediately.