As soon as Xuanfeng Qian left, Dijun hurriedly rushed to the bedside.
He held Leng Ye's hand tightly and poured out his heart, "My dear sister, I've missed you so much. A day apart feels like three autumns."
"roll."
Leng Ye stared at Di Jun, who was giving him flirtatious glances, and felt a wave of nausea wash over him.
"You brat, how come your personality is becoming more and more like that arrogant Leng Ye? You tell people to get lost at the drop of a hat, how rude of you."
Di Jun was unaware that Xuan Fengqian's soul had been replaced. He muttered to himself, "By the way, what's wrong with your father today? He caught me and gave me a good beating, and even threatened to cancel your engagement with me."
Leng Ye struggled to pull his hand back and said coldly, "Can't we just cancel the engagement?"
"Didn't we agree on a contractual marriage? Why are you going back on your word?"
Di Jun inadvertently noticed the hickeys on Leng Ye's neck and instantly understood. He was furious and flew into a rage. "That bastard Leng Ye, could it be that he used my appearance to bully you? Yes, that must be it! I knew it, why would my father-in-law beat me up for no reason?"
Leng Ye remained silent. He never expected that Di Jun could guess the whole story so accurately just from a single kiss mark.
However, at this moment, he felt as if he had been run over by a car wheel, and he was in pain all over. He had no time or energy to pay attention to Di Jun.
"Qianqian, to tell you the truth, I didn't step out of the demon realm at all yesterday! If I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning that very day and never be reincarnated." Dijun was eager to clear his name, and he became more and more anxious as he spoke.
"Shut up." Leng Ye's head was throbbing from Di Jun's noise, and he snapped at him impatiently.
"Qianqian, you and I have known each other for so long, you should know my character."
Leng Ye's expression was indifferent, his voice carrying an innate arrogance. "What a joke! Do you even have any integrity?"
"To put it bluntly, you just don't want to trust me, do you?"
Di Jun felt increasingly aggrieved. He hadn't done anything wrong, yet he had inexplicably earned the reputation of being a lecher. What had he done to deserve this?
Seeing him jump up and down in anger, Leng Ye felt secretly pleased.
After a long pause, he finally spoke slowly and deliberately, "Why should I believe you?"
Di Jun was speechless at his question, so he simply pulled down his pants in front of him and said, "Open your eyes and take a good look. No ordinary man could possibly be as magnificent as me. Think back carefully, did that dog of a man who bullied you yesterday have even half of my magnificence?"
Leng Ye stared blankly for a long time, his face turning red and then pale. He was as if struck by lightning and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
"Now do you believe me? The one who bullied you wasn't me."
"You...disgusting!"
Leng Ye glanced at Di Jun, who stood with his hands on his hips and a smug, upright posture, with disgust, wishing he could gouge out his own eyes on the spot.
If I had known that Di Jun was such a pervert, I shouldn't have turned to look at him!
"I acted out of desperation. Who told you not to believe my innocence?"
Di Jun realized his behavior was somewhat inappropriate, quickly pulled up his trousers, and said with a grin, "That man last night, he probably wasn't as imposing as me, was he?"
"More than enough compared to you."
Leng Ye snorted coldly, speaking with full confidence.
Di Jun didn't hear what he said clearly. After getting dressed, he sat down on the edge of the couch.
"Qianqian, I know you feel wronged and I understand how you feel right now. I was just too anxious to prove my innocence and I had no intention of offending you. Don't rush to annul the engagement. I swear on my life that I really did not step into Qingfeng Palace yesterday."
Out of curiosity, Leng Ye finally asked, "Why do you insist on marrying me? Is it for profit, or because you like me?"
Logically speaking, a rational person like Di Jun would never fall in love with any woman so easily.
For some reason, Leng Ye always felt that Di Jun seemed to have fallen in love with Xuan Fengqian.
Emperor Jun hadn't expected him to ask that question. He hesitated for a long time before deciding to tell the truth, "If I said it was because I liked him, would you believe me?"
When did you start liking it?
“I was already attracted to you when I stumbled upon you in the Nine Netherworld, hiding in your room and taking your virginity yourself. Perhaps it was my protective instincts, but when I saw you lying on the bed in excruciating pain, I thought about taking you away to a distant place.”
Leng Ye's pupils contracted sharply, his voice trembling, "Self-destruction? Explain yourself, what exactly do you mean?"
"Why are you pretending to be confused in front of me? I won't reveal that you ruined your reputation. It's shameful to admit, but I never thought of helping you back then. Now I regret it so much. If I could turn back time, I would never have let you struggle so helplessly in pain all by yourself."
Hearing what Di Jun said, Leng Ye truly hated himself at this moment.
The thought of the injustice Xuan Fengqian had suffered made him want to stab himself in the chest. Although he hadn't witnessed it firsthand, he could fully imagine Xuan Fengqian's helplessness and despair at that time.
What made him feel even more guilty was that he repeatedly questioned her about how she lost her virginity...
Leng Ye frowned deeply and closed his eyes in sorrow.
Only now does he realize that his so-called love has only brought her endless harm.
Eager to prove his innocence, Di Jun mumbled, "Qianqian, I admit I do have some feelings for you. But you must believe me, I would never cause such a commotion at this critical juncture."
"Get out of here and let me have some peace and quiet."
Leng Ye was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe, and had no strength left to deal with Di Jun.
"The tribulation of the Supreme Gods is drawing ever closer, and the White Emperor is prepared to withstand the tribulation for you. If you do not wish for anything to happen to the White Emperor, you should make a decision as soon as possible. Under these circumstances, only the Eastern Emperor Bell can stop the White Emperor," Di Jun said solemnly.
Tribulation of the Supreme Gods?
The cold night chilled my heart even further.
He suddenly recalled the ancient classics that Xuan Fengqian had once read, and only then did he realize that Xuan Fengqian had been silently enduring such great pressure.
At the same time, he also understood why Xuan Fengqian had been so cruel in his previous life that she had put him to death.
It seems that only by personally slaying a great demon like him can one possibly avoid the tribulation of the gods...
"Qianqian, whatever choice you make, I will understand. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I will thoroughly investigate what happened last night and will definitely give you justice. However, you don't need to care about the rumors outside. As long as you are willing to marry, the gates of the demon realm will always be open for you."
Thank you.
Leng Ye said thank you in a deep voice.
He suddenly felt a sense of relief that when she was being foolish, she still had Di Jun by her side who could offer her advice.
—
Nine Netherworld
Seeing Jingzhe constantly praising Leng Ye, Xuanfeng Qianjian said somewhat annoyedly, "Jingzhe, have you fallen in love with Leng Ye? Why do you keep talking about him?"
Jingzhe chuckled awkwardly and said softly, "Princess Xiantian, rest assured, I have already eradicated all feelings for you and will never have the slightest improper thoughts about the Demon Lord."
"Why pluck out the roots of love for no reason?"
"As the saying goes, one who is without desires is invincible. The same applies to one who is without emotions."
Jingzhe clearly didn't want to dwell on the past, and subtly steered the conversation back on track, "Princess Xiantian, don't be fooled by the Demon Lord's fierce appearance; his ruthlessness is merely a protective facade."
Xuan Fengqian shook her head and sighed helplessly, "Just how much did he give you? Why are you helping him like this?"
"Your Highness, you may not know this, but the Demon Lord is the backbone of the Nine Netherworld. All the thousands of demons rely on him for protection. If he were even slightly weak, the Nine Netherworld would never have been able to develop to the point where it could rival the Immortal Realm."
When the cold night is mentioned, the eyes of Jingzhe Zhuozhuo sparkle with starlight.
Xuanfeng glanced at Jingzhe's serious expression and thought to herself that perhaps Lengye wasn't as bad as she imagined.
"Your Majesty, you've finally returned!"
Just then, Xuan Qianning, who was crying with tears streaming down her face, twisted her slender waist like a water snake and suddenly threw herself into her arms.
Xuan Feng felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Xuan Qianning rubbing against his body incessantly, like a male dog in heat.
She abruptly shoved Xuan Qianning aside and said coldly, "Where is Zhimo? Didn't I tell you not to bully her?"
“Your Majesty, I truly did not harm her. She simply tripped and fell by accident; I am innocent.”
"Jingzhe, go and invite the Demon Doctor."
Xuan Fengqian was too lazy to waste words with Xuan Qianning, and turned to give instructions to Jingzhe.
"Your Majesty, are you perhaps feeling sorry for her?"
Xuan Qianning tilted her head slightly, looking at the cold and stern-faced "Leng Ye" with a puzzled expression.
She originally thought that Leng Ye didn't care about Zhi Mo's life or death, so she boldly tried to get rid of the bastard in Zhi Mo's womb before she gave birth.
Unexpectedly, on this cold night, I still have the mind to concern myself with such trivial matters.
"Ning'er, I'm not trying to criticize you, but there's a limit to jealousy. Zhi Mo is having a miscarriage, why didn't you ask someone to call the Demon Physician? If anything happens to the child in her womb, I will hold you responsible."
Xuan Fengqian had long disliked Xuan Qianning's pretentious and vicious nature, and now, taking advantage of Leng Ye's body, she launched a scathing attack on her.
Xuan Qianning pouted, looking aggrieved, and said timidly, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten? You clearly said it yourself that you didn't want the child in Zhimo's belly."
"If I intended to harm the child in her womb, why would I have placed her in the Purple Nether Palace? Stop being so stubborn. You know I don't like vicious women."
"What kind of woman does His Majesty like? Someone like Xuan Fengqian, right?"
"boring."
Xuan Fengqian was exasperated. She simply couldn't understand why Xuan Qianning kept bringing her up. She thought to herself that perhaps it was precisely because Xuan Qianning mentioned her to Leng Ye every now and then that Leng Ye couldn't forget her.
“If Your Majesty is unwilling to mention Qianqian, then let’s talk about Zhimo first, shall we?” Xuan Qianning sniffed, forcing back the tears that were about to spill from her eyes, her eyes filled with a melancholy and sorrow.
"What do you want to talk about?"
Xuan Fengqian always felt that Xuan Qianning looked at her like a hungry wolf looking at a lamb.
Although she appeared calm and composed, she was secretly apprehensive, fearing that Xuan Qianning might suddenly unleash her beastly nature and pounce on her.
After a short while, when no one was around, Xuan Qianning slowly lifted her sleeve, pointed to the mark on her arm, and said in a wronged tone, "Your Majesty, since you are willing to have sex with that useless little demon, why won't you consummate the marriage with me? I really can't understand, what is it about her that I don't?"
"..."
Xuan Fengqian subconsciously rubbed the virginity mark on Xuan Qianning's arm and murmured, "How could this be? Leng Ye, who is so impatient, actually managed to hold back."
She suddenly realized that Leng Ye wasn't as promiscuous as she had imagined. But then again, whether Leng Ye was a promiscuous man or not didn't seem to concern her.
Xuan Qianning didn't hear what Xuan Fengqian was muttering. She leaned to the side and pounced on her, "Your Majesty, tell me, in what way am I inferior to Zhimo?"
"In what way do you compare to her?"
Xuan Fengqian impatiently pushed Xuan Qianning away and strode towards Zhimo's bedroom.
It has to be said that it was quite amusing to occupy Leng Ye's body and wantonly humiliate Xuan Qian Ning. If she weren't in a bad mood today, she might have patiently played around with it a little longer.
However, at this moment she was only thinking about getting back to the Immortal Realm as soon as possible to find out the truth, and had no time to pay attention to Xuan Qianning.
"Your Majesty, you..."
Xuan Qianning was speechless after being rebuked, and she stomped her feet in anger, twisting her handkerchief.
Xuan Fengqian narrowed his long, narrow eyes slightly and made a shushing gesture, "If you make any more noise, I'll cut out your tongue."
As soon as she finished speaking, she went straight into Zhimo's boudoir.
At that time, Zhimo was leaning weakly against the bed, her hands carefully cradling her protruding belly.
Does your stomach still hurt?
Xuan Fengqian looked down at her and asked in a slow voice.
Zhi Mo raised her head and stared blankly at Xuan Fengqian. After a long while, she said with certainty, "You are not the Demon Lord."
"How did you figure that out?"
Xuan Fengqian was secretly alarmed. She had thought that even Xuan Qianning hadn't been able to see through the clues, so Zhi Mo would definitely not be able to see the slightest flaw.
Unexpectedly, she had such sharp eyes.
After a moment of contemplation, Zhi Mo said with a hint of desolation, "The Demon Lord never cares about me."
"Don't be sad. He has never cared about you, and you don't need to take him to heart," Xuanfeng comforted Zhimo gently.
In her view, since Leng Ye had gotten Zhi Mo pregnant, he should take on the responsibilities he was obligated to fulfill.
Instead of ignoring it like we are now.
Zhi Mo changed the subject, forcing a smile with some difficulty, and said in a deep voice, "You are Princess Xiantian, right? I have heard the Demon Lord mention you before."
How did you know?
"The Demon Lord only trusts you. He will never switch bodies with anyone else but you," Zhi Mo said firmly.
“You’re very perceptive; it really is me. But don’t worry, I’m not interested in him.”
"A few days ago, after you injured the Demon Lord, he drank alone for a long time. Princess Xiantian, do you know how much the Demon Lord cares about you?"
While saying these words, Zhimo also struggled internally.
No one wants to share their man with others, and Zhimo is no exception.
However, Leng Ye's heart had long been occupied by Xuan Fengqian, and there was no room for any other woman.
In order to help Leng Ye achieve his wish and win the heart of his beloved as soon as possible, Zhi Mo finally put aside her selfishness and did her best to speak well of Leng Ye in front of Xuan Feng Qian.
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