Jiu Yue, however, calmly picked up the wreath of rebirth from the tray with both hands, his eyes tender as he placed it on the little bandit's head.

Ji Fengyao subconsciously took a step back, staring at Jiu Yue in disbelief: "This..."

"This is the crown of the Demon God Flower. I have made a vow with the Demon God. From now on, as long as I am here, it will be here. It can protect you," Jiu Yue transmitted his thoughts, his voice deep, gentle, and captivating.

Ji Fengyao felt a pang of heart palpitation as she listened, subconsciously feeling a sharp pain and fear, a chill creeping up her spine from her heels.

Jiu Yue placed the crown of the Demon Flower on the little bandit's head once again.

Ji Fengyao still unconsciously tilted her stiff neck back, murmuring "Demon God".

In fact, she was never very clear about the difference between gods and demons; all her knowledge came from her master and fellow spiritual practitioners.

Most of the monsters she had seen were bloodthirsty, so she was more inclined to believe that all monsters were evil.

But if it is a demon, how can it be called a god?

Isn't it said that demons cannot pass the Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to the Upper Realm and become immortals or gods?

He is already the supreme ruler of the demon realm, so who does he worship as a god?

Or was it just a fabrication made up to gain her trust?

But as she murmured those two words, the chill that had only reached her spine suddenly shot up to the top of her head.

It was as if she had suddenly fallen into a bottomless, icy pool:

Besides the bone-chilling cold, the endless, hopeless, and terrifying fall instilled a sense of despair and terror.

"I don't..." Ji Fengyao finally couldn't help but stagger back two steps again.

Mo Linxian, who was beside her soul, also sensed the sudden, inexplicable, yet immense fear that arose within her.

"Little darling, don't be afraid, Master is here," he gently touched her mind and comforted her with tender words.

Hearing her master's voice and feeling his spirit accompanying her, Ji Fengyao instantly awoke from her inexplicable terror, and her panicked heart gradually calmed down.

As long as her master is there, she is not afraid of anything, no matter what situation she is in.

Because she knew that no matter what the situation, her master would always be with her.

"Little darling, what's wrong?" Ji Fengyao completely ignored Jiu Yue's first question.

He saw that the little bandit's clear eyes were filled with fear and dread, but she quickly regained her composure and calm.

He asked again, utterly puzzled, "Yaoyao, what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing, Third Prince. How could you pray to the Demon God and associate with demons? That's..." Ji Fengyao pretended to be heartbroken and regretful, pretending not to know that he was the Demon Lord Jiu Yue, and still regarded him as Prince Shang Beiyu of the Great Zhao Royal Family.

“Besides that, I have no other choice. Now is not the time to talk about this. Let’s finish the ceremony first, okay?” Jiu Yue took the Crown of Rebirth Flower and approached Ji Fengyao again. He gently placed the crown in the center of her hair and said in a soft and tender voice, “I will tell you the details when we have our wedding night tonight.”

His warm, light breath brushed against her ear, causing her scalp to tingle instinctively and giving her goosebumps all over.

The dramatic and unpredictable awarding of the crown had Xiao Shunzi watching with bated breath.

Seeing that the Emperor had finally successfully placed the flower crown on the new Empress's head, Xiao Shunzi quickly announced the next step: "Imperial Decree!"

He managed to outsmart himself.

At this moment, another eunuch emerged from the side passageway, but the tray he carried did not bear the Empress's golden seal.