Chapter 68 The Rules of the King's Husband

It has been over a hundred years since the Demon King Chi Li and the Wood Spirit Tang Lu became Daoist partners.

Under the combined influence of Chi Li's iron fist and Tang Lu's gentle aura, the demon realm has achieved an unprecedented balance and prosperity.

Tang Lu's identity as "King's Consort" has long been deeply ingrained in people's minds. She is no longer the naive little tree spirit who needs to be carefully hidden under someone's wings, but has become an indispensable part of the core of power in the demon realm.

Of course, in Chi Li's eyes, she will always be a little one who needs to be protected.

However, the way this care was given has quietly changed.

On this day, His Majesty the Demon King summoned his senior ministers to the Council Hall to discuss a new trade agreement with the East Sea Dragon Clan.

The atmosphere inside the hall was solemn, and the ministers held their breath, awaiting the decision of the majestic figure on the throne.

Chi Li sat upright on the crimson-gold throne, her fingertips lightly tapping the armrest as she listened to the reports from her ministers below. Her crimson-gold eyes were deep and unreadable.

However, a careful observer will notice that on the inside of the armrests of the wide throne, someone has skillfully carved a row of crooked little ginkgo leaf patterns.

Even more unbelievable is that beneath the cold, dark sleeves of the Demon King's robes, a delicate, vibrant green ginkgo vine was wrapped around his wrist.

The vines, like living bracelets, would occasionally brush against His Majesty's skin unconsciously and gently.

Chi Li's expression remained unchanged, as if the slight, itchy sensation on her wrist didn't exist at all.

She would even casually brush her fingertips along the raised leaf-like engravings on the inside of the armrest during breaks in listening to reports, a subtle, almost imperceptible gentleness flashing in her eyes.

This is the first unofficial rule of the "Wang Fu Code," which has been formed gradually over a century:

[No matter when or where, a mark must be left to signify belonging and remembrance.]

The meeting lasted for a full two hours.

When Chi Li finally made the decision and dismissed the ministers, she did not get up immediately. Instead, she leaned back slightly against the back of the throne and closed her eyes.

Almost simultaneously, the vine wrapped around her wrist seemed to come alive and nimbly broke free.

Then, like a small green serpent, it traveled upwards along her arm, finally gently climbing up her shoulder and neck. Its soft tip carefully touched her slightly tired brow, conveying a wisp of pure and gentle wood spirit energy.

Chi Li did not open her eyes, but the corners of her lips curved into a barely perceptible arc.

Rule number two: [If you sense your partner is tired, provide them with "spiritual energy replenishment" and "emotional comfort" promptly.]

A moment later, Chi Li opened her eyes and got up.

The vine obediently retracted, wrapping around her wrist again, becoming a quiet "decoration" once more.

As she stepped out of the council hall, Tang Lu, who had been waiting outside, immediately greeted her like a cheerful little bird, naturally reaching out to take her hand.

"Lili, are you tired? Tanglu brewed some spiritual tea with the freshly collected morning dew and added a little bit of royal jelly!" Tanglu tilted her little face up, her eyes sparkling as she presented the treasure.

Chi Li looked down at her. A hundred years seemed to have left no trace on her. She was still as pure and lively as ever, but her eyes held a touch of the composure of a "royal consort" and... an undisguised concern for her.

"It's acceptable," Chi Li replied, letting her lead her towards the bedchamber.

On the way, when she encountered servants who bowed, Tang Lu would imitate Chi Li by nodding slightly in response, but the corners of her mouth would always involuntarily turn up, carrying a warm smile, which would make the originally tense servants unconsciously relax.

Rule number three: [Maintain the dignity of the royal consort (as much as possible), but don't be stingy with your smiles.]

Back in the bedroom, Tang Lu indeed served up the spiritual tea she had carefully prepared.

Chi Li took a sip; it was refreshingly sweet and warm, with her favorite temperature and just the right amount of sweetness, which truly helped to wash away fatigue.

She put down her teacup, looked at Tang Lu who was eagerly waiting for her evaluation, reached out and pulled her into her arms, gently resting her chin on the top of Tang Lu's head.

"very good."

The two simple words made Tang Lu smile instantly, and two small, golden ginkgo flowers even sprouted from the tips of her hair.

She nestled contentedly in Chi Li's arms and began chattering excitedly about the glowing mushrooms she had discovered that day, and which spirit bird had hatched a new chick...

Chi Li listened quietly, occasionally responding with a soft sound, her fingertips idly combing her long, loose hair.

Rule Number Four (unilaterally formulated and strictly enforced by Chi Li): [A fixed time must be set aside each day to listen to your little Daoist companion share interesting anecdotes and respond accordingly.]

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window lattice, elongating their embracing figures.

For all beings in the Three Realms, Demon King Chi Li is a symbol of majesty and power, while King Fu Tang Lu is the embodiment of vitality and peace.

But for Chi Li, Tang Lu is the soft moss that quietly grows on her cold throne, a warm lamp that is always lit when she returns from her conquests, and the most unreasonable yet indispensable sweet "bond" in her long life.