"You mean, Leng Ye got someone pregnant, refused to take responsibility, and imprisoned her in the Heavenly Prison?" Xuan Fengqian's voice trailed off, his words filled with contempt.
"I'll ask Jingzhe again later. It's also possible that Wanxia misheard and spread the misinformation."
Wuya couldn't bear to say "no" to Leng Ye. After hesitating for a long time, she finally managed to squeeze out two large tears.
Xuan Fengqian shook his head. "Wanxia couldn't have misunderstood. She's not so bad as to not be able to do such a small thing right."
"A-Qian, I'm so sad."
Wuya buried his face in her arms, sobbing uncontrollably, “Your Majesty would rather sleep with a death row inmate than with me.”
Xuan Fengqian said indignantly, "If he were a man, he wouldn't have done such a despicable thing. He's worse than a beast."
She originally thought Leng Ye was simply bad, but now it seems he's not just bad, he's utterly despicable.
Leng Ye was afraid that Xuan Fengqian would believe Wuya's words, and disregarding the fact that he still had the appearance of "Chu Batian", he hurriedly tried to exonerate himself.
He gently patted her shoulder and explained urgently, "Ah Qian, as far as I know, that's not the case."
"Um?"
"Believe me, the Nine Nether Demon Lord never touched that female prisoner. How she became pregnant is something only she knows. Besides, the Nine Nether Demon Lord would never allow any woman he doesn't like to bear his child. In all these centuries, have you ever heard of him causing a 'human death'?"
Xuan Fengqian looked at the increasingly impatient "Chu Batian" with a strange expression, and a few doubts suddenly arose in his heart.
She always felt that the immortals wouldn't be so fanatical in their worship of a leader of a foreign race.
Furthermore, Wuya said that Chu Batian's body odor was almost identical to Leng Ye's. Could it be that the person in front of us is really Leng Ye?
Thinking of this, Xuanfeng Qianleng suddenly shivered and quickly lowered his voice to ask Wuya, "Good bird, I have a question for you."
"What is it?"
"Does the Demon Lord know how to play chess?"
Wuya scratched his fluffy little head, pondered for a while, and then said, "Probably not. I've never seen him play chess in all these years."
Upon hearing Wuya's words, Xuanfengqian was now certain that the person before him was not Chu Batian of Penglai Immortal Mountain.
She was somewhat annoyed that she had been attracted to "Chu Batian" played by Leng Ye.
Just as they were about to order him to be thrown out of Qingfeng Palace, he was still trying to prove his innocence.
“Ah Qian, believe me. The Nine Nether Demon Lord and that woman are absolutely innocent. He has indeed done many wrong things and has been with many women, but recently he has turned over a new leaf and vowed never to philander again.”
"You know that?"
Xuan Fengqian was too lazy to expose him, and simply asked a question indifferently.
Leng Ye realized he had said too much and immediately fell silent.
He suddenly wondered why he was explaining himself to her.
She was just a woman; after marrying into the family, she had to listen to him.
With this thought in mind, Leng Ye felt relieved and resumed his indifferent attitude.
"Hey little sister, what are you doing hugging that stinky bird?" Di Jun leaned against the door of Qingfeng Palace, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Gah! You're the one who stinks! Your Guhuo is the ugliest woman in the world! She has bad breath, all nine of her mouths stink."
Wuya was so angry that he jumped up and down, and with his slender neck, he panted incessantly like an angry hen.
"No swearing allowed."
"No swearing allowed."
Xuanfengqian and Lengye simultaneously shouted to stop Wuya, and at the same moment covered its mouth.
Wuya glanced at their tightly intertwined hands, his sly eyes darting around, and chuckled, "Aqian, I think he's pretty good. He even blushed when you touched his hand."
"Not bad my foot!"
Xuan Fengqian withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, wiped it on his body with disgust, and then said to "Chu Batian" with an impatient look: "Immortal Lord Chu, I have something to do today, please go back."
"Men and women should not touch each other. Since you touched my hand, you have to take responsibility for me."
Leng Ye, his face flushed red, stubbornly refused to leave.
"Before you ask others to take responsibility for you, how about you fulfill your own responsibilities first? Don't let your child be born in such a dark place as the Demon Prison. Be a human being again." Xuan Fengqian gave him enough face and did not expose his identity in public, but only whispered in his ear.
"That is not my child."
Leng Ye simply stopped pretending and turned around to revert to his original form.
"Oh~ Even the Nine Nether Demon Lord is here for a blind date?" Di Jun lazily propped up his body, which was leaning loosely against the door, and walked into the hall.
"What's it to you?"
At first, Leng Ye did feel somewhat embarrassed.
However, provoked by Di Jun, he simply abandoned all pride and decided to give up.
Wuya belatedly realized that Xuanfengqian had just touched Lengye's hand, and angrily pounded her chest with her wings, "Aqian, you actually touched the Venerable's hand! Waaaah, the Venerable is no longer pure."
Xuan Fengqian muttered softly, "He's been impure for a long time."
In the cold night, I felt utterly speechless.
If he had known that Xuan Fengqian cared so much about this, he should have remained chaste.
Now look what's happened; she keeps complaining that he's unclean.
Judging by this trend, even if they get married, she might not be willing to let him touch her.
Di Jun looked at Leng Ye's dark face and felt increasingly pleased.
He held a jade-shaped folding fan and lightly lifted a few strands of dark hair that had fallen across his forehead. "You little brat, dressed up like this today, you are truly the most beautiful woman in the heavens. At first glance, you and I are quite a good match."
What are you doing here?
Xuanfeng Qian couldn't wait to get rid of Leng Ye, but unexpectedly, Dijun came to join in the fun.
"To be honest, I have come here today on an important matter."
Di Jun bent down and whispered mysteriously in Xuan Fengqian's ear.
"What is it?"
"A blind date. A blind date with you."
Emperor Jun smiled gently, and in the blink of an eye, he took out an exquisitely crafted hairpin from his sleeve. "Consider the Wind-Fixing Hairpin as a token of our love from me."
What exactly do you want to do?
Xuan Fengqian had once heard someone say that the Dingfeng Hairpin was a symbol of the Demon Queen's identity.
Therefore, even if she was familiar with Dijun, she could not possibly accept this extraordinary hairpin.
Moreover, she still couldn't tell whether Dijun was a friend or foe.
When Dijun saw that she refused to accept it, he simply put the hairpin in her hair and said, "I want to marry you. Is that alright?"
"She is my fiancée, how could she marry you?"
Leng Ye ripped the hairpin from Xuan Feng's hair and casually tossed it into Di Jun's arms.
Di Jun was unconvinced and retorted, "Who is she to you as your fiancée? Everyone in the Six Realms knows that the one you formally married and welcomed into the Nine Netherworld is clearly Ning'er."
"Can't I remarry?"
"How unfair is this to her? Do you want her to grovel and be subservient?" Di Jun naturally pulled Xuan Fengqian into his arms, half teasing and half serious, and said, "My little sister, I promise you that I will only marry you in this lifetime, how about it?"
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