"Stop with the nonsense. I'm asking you, what are you really thinking?" Song Xiwei added, afraid that Aoqian hadn't grasped her meaning. "This succession ceremony is a very important day for you. Why do you insist that I attend with you?"
“You are my closest confidant. Is it inappropriate for me to bring you along?” Aoqian didn’t think there was anything wrong with it.
“At first I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, but these past few hours you’ve been whispering to me. With so many eyes watching, don’t you care about the impact?” Song Xiwei was unsure what Aoqian was up to.
Privately, he and Aoqian trusted each other implicitly, and their life-and-death friendship was purely personal.
But on an occasion like today, shouldn't we consider the bigger picture and prioritize the ceremony?
"Song Xiwei, are you trying to teach me how to do things?" Aoqian's face darkened, clearly displeased.
He couldn't wait for everyone to see how much he valued Song Xiwei.
This also made others dare not neglect Song Xiwei.
He's always been like that—simple, direct, and never beating around the bush.
Therefore, having Song Xiwei attend the ceremony with him and receive everyone's homage was the only solution he could think of besides having him receive homage as the emperor's husband.
At least by today, the entire Demon Clan knows that Song Xiwei is the person Aoqian relies on most.
Even those elders and protectors had to think twice before trying to discriminate against Song Xiwei.
"I just don't want you to be the subject of gossip, and I'm used to keeping a low profile. Suddenly having so many people watching me makes me very uncomfortable," Song Xiwei said in a low voice.
"Then what should we do? You're the one who made me succeed as Demon Lord. I just listened to you. Anyway, the ceremony is only halfway through, so we can stop it. I guess I shouldn't be Demon Lord for now," Ao Qian said expressionlessly.
Song Xi frowned and glared at him: "How old are you! How childish! You should know when to throw a tantrum!"
"And what about you? Shouldn't you be mindful of the occasion when you throw a tantrum? You are someone I value, so what's wrong with me taking you along to receive the homage? I am the Demon Lord, the ruler of the Demon Clan, why should I have to cater to others' opinions?" Aoqian said angrily.
Seeing that Song Xiwei's expression was still tense, he retorted, "I'm not a high-profile person either, but I can't let you stay by my side in a daze, and I can't let others neglect you."
Song Xiwei never expected that Aoqian actually wanted to use today's succession ceremony to help her establish her authority.
The titles and status she didn't care about were something Aoqian secretly planned for her.
Although she knew that Aoqian didn't really value the position of Demon Lord that much.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have acted so recklessly, interrupting the grand ceremony just like that.
My feelings were very complicated, but I just couldn't bring myself to say anything to blame Aoqian.
"Alright, alright, let's call a truce and stop arguing, okay?" Song Xiwei reflected on herself and realized that she had indeed been too agitated. Although Ao Qian had his faults, she had definitely given him the cold shoulder.
Thinking of what Aoqian said, why should he have to be at the mercy of others?
But Aoqian could clearly see her own expression.
“You’re right. You are the Demon Lord, the ruler of the Demon Realm. Why should you care about other people’s opinions? You don’t need to care about mine either,” Song Xi said, softening her tone.
Aoqian retorted resentfully, "Others are others, and you are you. How can you be the same as others?"
Song Xiwei: "..." She and Aoqian were indeed both hot-tempered; once their tempers flared up, they would explode at the slightest provocation.
Seeing that Song Xiwei remained silent, Aoqian, fearing that she might be overthinking things, softened his voice a bit, "Don't overthink it. You're different from them. I choose to look at your expression."
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