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Nan Qing didn't concern herself with the rest, leaving it all to Su Lin. She had no interest in catching thieves, but suddenly became fascinated with the various improvements to the punishments in the eighteen levels of hell.

Su Lin was busy with the affairs of Qingming Mountain, so he finally stopped coming to report every day. As for Qin Mobei, no one knew what she was mysteriously busy with every day. She would disappear as soon as she woke up, so she had plenty of time to wreak havoc on the souls of the underworld.

She transformed the seventh level of the hellish mountain of knives into a "Fruit Ninja" version. Originally, the evil spirits were naked and afraid of the mountain of knives, but she turned it into a holographic motion-sensing game called "Fruit Ninja." She even installed an LED screen at the top that scrolls in real-time the ranking of the executioners. Nan Qing's name is still at the top, far ahead of second place.

She also had a wicked sense of humor, transforming the oil cauldron of the oil cauldron hell into a "hot pot," using the tortured demons as food to repeatedly cook in it.

They also created a large-scale "escape room" in the volcano of the volcanic hell, putting in many NPCs who were even more evil than the punished demons. They had to be constantly burned in the volcano and live in constant fear, afraid that they would be torn to pieces by the demons that would appear around the corner at any moment.

When Qin Mobei came to pick her up, she was on the first level of the Tongue-Pulling Hell, arguing with the Judge of Clever Tongues!

The silver-tongued judge looked distressed: "My lord, please spare me! My iron pincers are already lively enough; if you add more tricks, they'll probably fly to the heavens!"

Nanqing asked excitedly, "Can we really go to heaven?"

No, no, no!!!

The silver-tongued judge was almost in tears, but the iron pliers at his waist clicked excitedly, as if he were eager to try them out.

Just as she was having a great time, her waist tightened, and she was pulled into a cool embrace, a familiar scent instantly enveloping her.

"Have you had enough fun? If you have, come home with me."

This has been going on for a while now. Whenever someone isn't in the shop, Qin Mobei comes to the underworld to arrest them, either in the eighteenth level of hell or in front of the Bridge of Helplessness.

Nan Qing was about to say that she hadn't had enough fun yet, but Qin Mobei picked her up without saying a word and carried her towards the gates of hell.

But after passing through the gates of hell, Nan Qing was somewhat surprised to see the unfamiliar scenery around her. This was not her "Baogu Zhai".

"Qin Mobei, where is this?"

Qin Mobei carried her inside and said calmly, "The other courtyard."

Then, with a hint of displeasure in his tone, he continued:

I wanted to build you a palace.

"But these are the rules of later generations..."

He frowned, clearly not wanting to recall those tedious approval procedures.

"Let's make do for now."

This is a five-courtyard house, which is barely acceptable to Qin Mobei, and is truly an injustice to his empress.

When you push open the carved wooden door of the main room, you will find the bedroom arranged according to the layout of the Phoenix Palace where Nanqing used to live.

The screen with its nine-fold phoenix dance in the sky, the seven-colored silk curtains, and even the incense burner on the table was a gilded incense burner with a similar shape.

The most extravagant thing is that carved rosewood canopy bed with dragons and phoenixes, it's still so... huge!!

She turned around, poked Qin Mobei's chest, and said:

"Oh, so that's what you've been busy with lately?"

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead: "Yes, I'm sorry to trouble you. I've found a place to have a palace built, which will take some time. For now, stay in this villa."

Nanqing didn't even ask where he got the money and the man; he must have just taken some items from the imperial tomb...

The next day, just after seven o'clock, Nan Qing, who was exhausted, was pulled out of bed by Qin Mobei, who didn't need to sleep at all.

"Stop fooling around, it's still so early..."

Qin Mobei held her with one arm, while the other hand wrung out a towel. He skillfully wiped her face, helped her wash up, get dressed, and have breakfast.

It wasn't until the two were in the car that Nan Qing fully woke up. She looked at Qin Mobei, who was sitting in the driver's seat wearing a sharp suit, and muttered softly:

"Qin Mobei, where are we going?"

Seeing that she was awake, Qin Mobei freed one hand and pinched the back of her neck: "Su Residence."

"oh...."

Having received the answer, Nan Qing continued to half-close her eyes, listening to the soothing music in the car. She felt sleepy again; sleeping at 2 AM and waking up at 7 AM was really not enough...

As soon as Nan Qing got out of the car, she realized that there were eight other cars following behind them. The "people" in those cars had also gotten out, all dressed neatly in suits, tall and handsome.

The only difference is that none of these are "human"...

Those "people" deftly opened the trunk and took out one mahogany box after another, each tied with red silk. The boxes were inlaid with mother-of-pearl and had copper ornaments around the edges.

Nan Qing felt this scene looked somewhat familiar, and tugged at his sleeve: "Um... what brings you to the Su residence today?"

Qin Mobei took her hand in return, looked down at her, and a slight smile appeared in his eyes.

"Offering a betrothal gift."

Before Nan Qing could react, the gate of the Su residence suddenly opened, and Su Lin stood inside, his gaze sweeping over the grand procession outside before finally settling on Nan Qing's hand, which was being held by Qin Mobei.

Qin Mobei didn't even glance at him; instead, he pressed his lips to Nan Qing's red lips right in front of Su Lin.

“Although we had a grand wedding ceremony a thousand years ago, we should naturally do it again now.”

After saying that, he took Nanqing's hand and walked towards the gate of the Su residence, followed by dozens of "people" carrying mahogany boxes.

Su Lin stood on the steps, motionless, neither dodging nor yielding. His phoenix eyes stared blankly at the two people who were walking hand in hand, but his hands behind his back clenched silently.

When Qin Mobei was three steps away, he stopped, his eyes deep and dark.

"Get out of the way."

Just three steps away, the emperor's imposing aura was like an abyss or a prison.

"Mr. Qin, according to the Su family's rules, a formal betrothal letter must be sent before the engagement is formally arranged."

Su Lin sneered, his gaze sweeping over the mahogany chests, his voice cold: "With this kind of setup, are you trying to force me into marriage?"

Their eyes met in mid-air, and undercurrents surged around them.

"Su Lin, step back."

The voice of Old Master Su came from behind him, but Su Lin seemed not to hear it. He stared fixedly at Qin Mobei opposite him, and... Nan Qing beside him.

His gaze lingered on Nan Qing for a moment, and looking at her familiar face, his heart pounded.

She was wearing a purple dress today, her features were exquisite, but her eyes... kept avoiding his gaze.

Su Lin regained some of his composure, paused for a moment, and then stepped aside to make way.

Ultimately, he was not qualified.

As they passed each other, Su Lin took a small step, but he still managed to suppress the impulse in his heart.

Su Lin's voice only came out softly as Qin Mobei led Nan Qing across the threshold:

"If one day you betray her..."

"That day will never come."

"She is my only empress, she was a thousand years ago, she is now, and she will be for all eternity!"

Qin Mobei did not stop walking, but glanced at Nan Qing beside him, his eyes filled with a tenderness that no one else could see.