Chapter 89
That night, for the first time ever, Leng Huai didn't stay in Mo Xiaoxin's room.
She was alone in the empty house and actually felt a little uncomfortable.
The night sky was clear and bright, with a full moon hanging in the sky and the occasional chirping of cicadas.
Mo Xiaoxin kept her eyes fixed on the movement outside the door, but there was no movement at all.
It was a bit hot, and she was bored in her room.
She walked to the window and opened it a crack. In that instant, she seemed to see a dark shadow flash by from the other side.
She remained calm and pretended not to see anything, quietly opening the window. A gentle breeze swept into her room in the darkness, but there seemed to be a hint of spying in the air.
The wind wasn't as cool as she had imagined.
After enjoying the breeze for a while, she stretched, yawned, closed the window, turned off the light, and lay down on the bed to go to sleep.
Perhaps the person was just inquiring and had no intention of entering the room; the whole night was quiet and there was no movement.
Mo Xiaoxin wasn't in a hurry. Since that person wanted to take his time, she would play along with him.
Over the next few days, Mo Xiaoxin went through a heart-wrenching love story of searching for Leng Huai and Leng Huai completely ignoring her.
Mo Xiaoxin became the unfavored Demon Queen, and rumors even spread throughout the palace that the Demon Queen's position was insecure and that she would soon be divorced.
In an instant, Mo Xiaoxin became the subject of everyone's conversation after dinner.
Mo Xiaoxin was heartbroken by the gossip and dared not appear in front of Leng Huai again. She stayed in her bedchamber and spent her days in tears.
The servants prepared a tub of water for her bath and placed it in the room. She took off her clothes and prepared to take a good bath.
Acting is quite fun, but the fish just won't bite, and she's getting a little tired.
Why not relax and have some fun?
The steam carrying the fragrance of rose petals rose gently into the room.
Mo Xiaoxin leaned lazily against the wooden tub filled with warm water, her dark hair cascading down the rim. Her fingertips unconsciously stirred the water, her mind replaying recent events.
She had been working hard on her acting all this time, putting in a lot of effort, but the man still didn't make a move.
The traitor was extremely well-hidden; from high-ranking officials like Qiao Yun and Zi Yu to lowly guards and maids, anyone in the palace could be a potential traitor...
Perhaps it was the comforting warmth of the water that allowed his tense nerves to relax slightly, and the fatigue from tracking down the mole for days came over him.
Mo Xiaoxin leaned against the bucket, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.
In a daze, she seemed to see the figure of the traitor, who was sneaking around the corners of the palace, passing messages to a mysterious person... Later, her thoughts became more and more blurred, and she finally couldn't resist the sleepiness.
The water gradually calmed down, with only a few petals floating on the surface, reflecting the flickering candlelight, while the night outside the window deepened, and the shadows of the trees swayed gently.
The door creaked open, and a figure peeked out from outside. In the blink of an eye, the figure had completely disappeared into the room, the soft-soled boots making no sound as they stepped over the blue bricks.
As the person approached, Mo Xiaoxin suddenly opened her eyes, and a fireball hidden in her sleeve burst forth.
The shadowy figure hurriedly waved his sleeve to block, and a wisp of poisonous smoke instantly filled the room.
Mo Xiaoxin frowned, quickly held her breath, and stared intently in the direction of the dark figure.
The shadowy figure, thinking Mo Xiaoxin was poisoned, was about to attack when a figure descended from above, aiming straight for his head.
Leng Huai, who had been waiting on the roof beam, drew his longsword and swiftly extinguished the poisonous smoke in front of Mo Xiaoxin before thrusting it towards the dark figure.
The shadowy figure reacted quickly, taking a step back to dodge.
Taking advantage of the moment, Mo Xiaoxin quickly flipped over and leaped out of the bathtub, the water droplets from her wet hair reflecting a cold light in the candlelight. She grabbed the bronze mirror from the dressing table and threw it at the face of the dark figure. While the figure was distracted, a fiery snake from her sleeve wrapped around his ankle, and her index finger and thumb swiftly dug into the figure's neck.
The shadowy figure made no sound, but judging from its height and build, it was a woman.
A name flashed through Mo Xiaoxin's mind. She frowned. How could it be her?
Who exactly are you?
Seeing that things were not going well, the shadowy figure tried to escape from behind, but his retreat was blocked by Leng Huai's Fiery Cloud Sword.
A thunderclap boomed outside the window. Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, the dark figure tore off the mask from her face, revealing a pretty face with a cold and resolute expression.
Through the flash of lightning, they could see the man's face.
“Ziyu, is it really you…” Mo Xiaoxin looked incredulous and disappointed.
Ziyu glanced coldly at Mo Xiaoxin's face, then turned around and looked at Leng Huai.
"You guessed it was me a long time ago, didn't you?" Ziyu didn't see any surprise on Leng Huai's face.
Leng Huai did not answer, but coldly said, "Those who betray me shall die!"
Ziyu clenched her hands, forcing a bitter smile, and said, "I know the Lord's rules, of course. I never wanted to leave here alive..."
She had long expected this day to come, but she never imagined it would arrive so soon.
She thought the Lord would be disappointed in her and angry with her, but she never expected that the Lord would not show any emotion from beginning to end.
Ziyu's eyes held a hint of distress and guilt. She hesitated to look Leng Huai in the eye: "You once saved me, I shouldn't betray you like this... But I have no choice, my mother has been captured..."
Leng Huai: "Didn't you say you were an orphan?"
Ziyu: "They made me say that."
Putting herself in Ziyu's shoes, Mo Xiaoxin knew that if a loved one were arrested, it would certainly be a difficult choice. A look of pity appeared on her face.
Leng Huai sneered: "Ziyu, I've nurtured you with such care, and now you still want to deceive me?"
Ziyu was stunned, her body trembled violently, and she cried out in tears, "My lord, Ziyu has always been loyal to you, how could I lie to you?"
Leng Huai's eyes were filled with an icy chill.
The atmosphere suddenly turned somewhat unpleasant.
Mo Xiaoxin noticed a sharp gaze and immediately sensed something was wrong.
Sure enough, Ziyu's expression changed the next second, and a hidden weapon flew towards her. Mo Xiaoxin was startled and quickly dodged.
Ziyu flashed to Mo Xiaoxin's side and grabbed her by the neck.
Mo Xiaoxin, whose throat was being choked, dared not move. She had just been putting herself in Ziyu's shoes and thinking of her situation, but she never expected that Ziyu was actually acting!
Ziyu revealed a mocking smile, her eyes fixed on Leng Huai: "Yes, you guessed right, I've been lying to you all along! Who told you to be so presumptuous as to try and save me? I didn't want to live in this world at all! And you even trained me to be a peerless master, what, you still want me to thank you? Bah! In this world, the person I hate the most is you!"
Mo Xiaoxin never expected that the truth would be like this; the change in tone was too fast!
She never expected that Ziyu would imagine her savior as her greatest enemy.
She couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Leng Huai.
Leng Huai's face remained expressionless, seemingly numb to the feeling of betrayal.
"Let her go. I don't want to say it a second time." Leng Huai's eyes were icy cold. He looked at the hand gripping Mo Xiaoxin's neck, and only one thought occupied his mind: break her fingers! Kill her!
Ziyu had lost all will to live. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked somewhat insane: "Since I'm going to die anyway, I'm going to drag the woman you love most to hell to be buried with me!"
Just as Ziyu was about to attack Mo Xiaoxin, Leng Huai swiftly bent Ziyu's hand, and with a crack, Ziyu's hand was dislocated.
A woman's extremely painful scream came from the room.
With a casual flick of his sleeve, Leng Huai caused Zi Yu to vanish into a cloud of smoke in the blink of an eye, leaving her clothes lying on the ground.
The whole process took less than five seconds. Mo Xiaoxin was astonished; Leng Huai's strength had increased again. What was he made of that allowed him to improve so quickly?
Leng Huai didn't even glance at the clothes. He waved them away, and the room returned to its usual tidiness, as if nothing had happened.
Leng Huai's face was expressionless, and he seemed to have no joy at the discovery of the mole.
Mo Xiaoxin keenly noticed the disappointment in Leng Huai's eyes. Although he didn't say anything, the feeling of being betrayed was unpleasant.
She still remembered what she had seen in Leng Huai's heart: those who had been good to him and whom he had devoted himself to would always betray him one after another at some point, as if it were a curse.
Seeing Leng Huai's silent expression, she took two steps forward and gently hugged him.
She felt the man in her arms sway slightly, but he didn't push her away.
Leng Huai rested his head on Mo Xiaoxin's shoulder, looking like a little boy who had lost his candied hawthorn.
The two embraced silently, as if comforting each other.
Meanwhile, outside the window, a figure was silently watching the movements inside the room.
The figure stared at that open space for a long time, unable to forget it—the place where the clothes had disappeared.
*
Life seemed to have returned to normal. In his spare time from his busy political affairs, Leng Huai would give Mo Xiaoxin some guidance in practicing magic.
Mo Xiaoxin found it strange that Leng Huai had suddenly taken the initiative to teach her.
Leng Huai: "When I'm not by your side, I don't want you to be unable to resist danger again. I want you to take good care of yourself."
Mo Xiaoxin was touched to hear that he was thinking of her.
A bold idea popped into her head, and she looked at Leng Huai with a playful gaze: "You wouldn't happen to have fallen for me, would you?"
Leng Huai's eyes suddenly darkened as he coldly stared at Mo Xiaoxin.
Mo Xiaoxin felt a chill run down her spine and immediately sensed something was wrong; that familiar feeling was coming back.
Sure enough, the next second Mo Xiaoxin felt a chill on her neck.
When Mo Xiaoxin opened her eyes again, she hadn't seen the familiar space and the big turntable for a long time, and she felt a little unaccustomed to it.
[System Notification: Congratulations, host, you have received a cash reward of five million yuan! Keep up the good work! 799 experience attempts remaining.]
This time it reminded her that she should take the opportunity to work on the main quest.
In the following period, when Leng Huai was teaching her, she would occasionally deliberately provoke him.
Leng Huai's temper was still easily ignited, but surprisingly, she seemed to have a cheat code activated, and the mission proceeded very smoothly.
Mo Xiaoxin muttered to herself, "Leng Huai truly lives up to his reputation as the most powerful being in the Demon Realm. After his guidance, I suddenly realized the little details that I had always overlooked before."
She cursed the system and the main system in her mind again. What a scam to quickly learn skills! It was just a way to rip her off!
However, ice magic still cannot be used, which is the most puzzling thing for Mo Xiaoxin. It seems that it can only play a role at the most critical moment.
Exhausted, she returned to her bedchamber and lay down to rest.
Upon opening the interface and seeing that the balance had exceeded 100 million again, the busyness and fatigue of the past few days seemed to disappear instantly.
In a daze, she caught a glimpse of the inventory and sprang up from the bed.
Where are the items in my inventory?
Where did it go??
She searched the space again, but still couldn't find it.
Oh well, she didn't expect these things to help her complete her mission anyway.
She sat back down on the edge of the bed, and her heel seemed to bump into something.
She bent down to look under the bed, puzzled.
There was a huge pile of things crammed under the bed.
Whips, candles, handcuffs...
Isn't this her prop?
Strange, how did these props end up under the bed?
Fortunately, Leng Huai was busy with official business and wasn't in the room today. If he had seen all these things, she would have been so embarrassed.
She crawled under the bed and took out all the props, preparing to stuff them into her spatial storage.
To his surprise, the door behind him creaked open, and familiar footsteps approached.
Mo Xiaoxin bit her lip, hiding all these things behind her back, busy managing her expression: "You, how did you get here?"
Leng Huai closed the door and stared at Mo Xiaoxin: "This is my bedroom. How can I sleep if I don't come?"
Mo Xiaoxin pointed out the window: "Look, the moon is so round!"
Leng Huai stared at Mo Xiaoxin's awkward movements: "What are you hiding?"
"Oh? It's nothing, just some of my toys. You should wash up and go to bed, it's so late." Mo Xiaoxin waved her hand, pretending to be indifferent.
Unexpectedly, Leng Huai seemed very interested: "Toys? What toys?"
Mo Xiaoxin nervously watched Leng Huai approaching her: "Some...adults..."
With a wave of his hand, Leng Huai revealed everything behind Mo Xiaoxin.
Mo Xiaoxin's head was buzzing. She regretted not tidying up faster. Now, how was she going to explain all this?
"Attempted to assassinate me?" Leng Huai blurted out abruptly.
"Huh?" This time it was Mo Xiaoxin's turn to be stunned.
That familiar, chilling expression reappeared on Leng Huai's face, sending shivers down her spine.
These things do seem to be used to kill, but he's the one who's going to kill her.
It seems Leng Huai doesn't know about that kind of game. And rightly so, she's only seen it online. How could Leng Huai possibly know?
Mo Xiaoxin said instinctively, "No, it was to kill me."
Leng Huai picked up a whip rope from among the props and tugged at it: "Not bad. Very sturdy."
Mo Xiaoxin swallowed hard. How could she sense something different in his eyes?
It seems... he didn't intend to kill her?
While I was lost in thought, a burst of flames ignited, and the candlelight illuminated the entire room.
She heard Leng Huai's alluring voice.
"Candles can indeed add a touch of romance..."
What?
Why did Leng Huai get the wrong idea?
Wait, could it be that...
He understands everything?
In the flickering, ambiguous candlelight, she saw Leng Huai's seemingly casual, teasing expression: "Then I'll grant your wish tonight."
Mo Xiaoxin never expected that Leng Huai, this seemingly aloof and cold-hearted devil, would torment her for a whole night!
Her whole body ached, and she was on the verge of tears: "What will the servants think of me now?"
Leng Huai simply said, "The Demon Queen has caught a cold and needs to rest in bed."
That despicable demon!
She was suddenly kissed on the forehead. She was stunned, touched the lingering warmth, and looked at that handsome face as he gently said to her, "Get some rest."
For the first time ever, she rested in bed for a whole day before recovering.
After that night, she felt that her relationship with Leng Huai had been instantly brought closer.
Even a casual recollection of intimate details makes her blush and her heart race.
The frequent use of those props led her to become addicted to them.
*
"Mo Xiaoxin, have you seen Qiao Yun?"
Mo Xiaoxin was practicing her magic when she heard Leng Huai's voice behind her. She shook her head: "No, I haven't seen him for the past few days."
Mo Xiaoxin asked in confusion, "What happened?"
Leng Huai: "No, it's just that I have some things to ask him to do. Recently, I don't know what's wrong with Qiao Yun. He keeps disappearing for no reason. He wasn't like this before."
Mo Xiaoxin thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps Ziyu's death was too much of a blow to him. I used to see the two of them going in and out together, so they must have had a very good relationship. Who would have thought that Ziyu was actually the mole?"
Leng Huai frowned: "You mean Qiao Yun likes Zi Yu?"
Mo Xiaoxin nodded: "Yes, didn't you notice?"
Leng Huai shook his head.
Mo Xiaoxin sighed: "You call yourself the lord? How could you not see something so obvious? You really are a clueless straight man. After all, you killed Ziyu, you should at least comfort her."
Leng Huai seemed to be deep in thought about what Mo Xiaoxin said.
Sure enough, in a secluded corner, Leng Huai found Qiao Yun, who was lost in thought in a tree.
Qiao Yun immediately became alert upon sensing someone approaching. Seeing that it was Leng Huai, she bowed respectfully: "My lord."
Leng Huai didn't know how to start the conversation. He stared at Qiao Yun's slightly haggard face and finally understood what had been going on with him lately.
"Qiao Yun, you probably already know that Ziyu was the Northern Demon King's person. I know her death has been a great blow to you, but the Demon Realm is currently very busy, and I need your help."
Qiao Yun had never heard Leng Huai speak to him in such a calm tone before, and he felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. He quickly shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Master. I haven't been in a good state lately and have caused you worry. It's all my fault. I will definitely adjust my mindset as soon as possible."
Leng Huai glanced at the trembling Qiao Yun, then reached out and stiffly patted Qiao Yun's shoulder.
That's probably how you comfort someone.
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