"Serving someone in bed? I don't want to go."
Xuan Fengqian's eyelids twitched slightly, and he muttered in dissatisfaction, "I could kick ten men with such loose morals to death with one kick."
"Grandma, you'd better be careful! If the Demon Lord hears this, you'll be in big trouble." Jingzhe shook her head and whispered a warning to her.
Upon hearing Jingzhe's words, Xuanfengqian, who had been sleeping soundly, was instantly pulled out of his dream.
She suddenly stood up, staring blankly at Jingzhe who was trying to get her onto a stretcher. "Jingzhe, where are you taking me?"
Jingzhe smiled broadly and said, "Of course, I'll take you to serve me in bed. The Demon Lord is still waiting for you in the palace."
"Wh-what?"
Xuan Fengqian felt as if struck by lightning; he suddenly felt weak in his limbs and collapsed limply onto the stretcher.
"Congratulations, Princess Xiantian."
Jingzhe bowed slightly, offering her congratulations in a humble and polite manner.
Xuanfeng glanced at Jingzhe's smiling face, but couldn't manage a smile.
She disliked ruthless thugs like Leng Ye from the bottom of her heart.
Asking her to serve him in bed would be tantamount to taking half her life.
Furthermore, if Leng Ye were to discover that she had not been insulted by the demons in the Nine Nether Demon Prison, her fate would likely be hundreds or thousands of times worse than it is now.
But refusing to serve him in bed is clearly going against his wishes, isn't it?
It should be understood that openly refusing the infamous Nine Nether Tyrant could very well result in a miserable fate worse than death, even if one were to miraculously survive.
"What should we do now..."
Xuan Fengqian clutched his throbbing head and sighed deeply.
With no other options, she could only hope that Xuan Qianning would show some strength and "rescue" her from the jaws of death.
She firmly believed that, given how much Xuan Qianning cared about Leng Ye, she would never allow him to have an affair with another woman right under her nose.
Thinking of this, Xuan Fengqian looked at Jingzhe with expectant eyes, "Jingzhe, how is my sister's injury? Has she woken up?"
"The Heavenly Princess is unharmed and woke up as soon as she left the Demon Prison."
"Since there's nothing seriously wrong, why does the Demon Lord insist that I go to serve him in bed? Isn't he afraid of upsetting my sister?"
Xuan Fengqian was unsure how much sincerity Leng Ye truly had for Xuan Qianning.
However, it is certain that he was much gentler towards Xuan Qianning than towards other women.
Jingzhe replied, "The Heavenly Princess is currently recuperating in the Purple Nether Palace, so she naturally wouldn't know about these things."
"The Demon Lord is not in the Purple Nether Palace?"
"No. Whenever the Demon Lord is feeling down, he goes to the Soul Devouring Hall by himself and usually sits there for a whole day," Jingzhe answered truthfully.
"The Soul Devouring Hall?"
Xuanfeng murmured softly, then fell into deep thought once more.
She vaguely remembered that the plaque of the cold palace in her dream had the three powerful characters "Hall of Devouring Souls" inscribed on it.
Could it all just be a coincidence?
Just as she was racking her brains trying to figure it out, the deep, weathered voice of the mysterious woman in black suddenly appeared in her mind.
She then remembered that the woman in black had already passed on the "power of the gods" to her.
As expected, she can now foresee events that are about to happen...
To confirm her suspicions, Xuan Fengqian grabbed Jingzhe's arm and asked urgently, "Jingzhe, how long have I been asleep? And when did the Demon Lord summon me?"
Jingzhe was puzzled, but still answered truthfully: "Princess Xiantian slept for about two hours, while the Demon Lord summoned you a quarter of an hour ago."
"The timing matches up..."
Xuan Fengqian finally believed that she had truly gained the ability to foresee the future.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com