Upon hearing Zhi Mo mention Xuan Fengqian, Leng Ye flew into a rage, as if his sore spot had been touched.
He angrily swept the empty wine jug off the table and hysterically shouted, "What business is it of yours what I do?"
"Demon Lord, please calm your anger..."
Zhi Mo trembled slightly with fright, but she still mustered her courage and spoke her mind, “I believe that the reason why Princess Xiantian has repeatedly refused to let you in is not because of her, but because of you.”
"Go on." Leng Ye leaned back in his chair, casually smashing the empty wine jug in his hand. His voice was cold and deep, sending chills down one's spine.
"In my opinion, you are too forceful. When facing Princess Xiantian, you should show some weakness. Simply forcing your way in will never win her heart. In the long run, it will only make her increasingly disgusted with you..."
"Is this person very powerful?"
Leng Ye parted his thin lips slightly, vaguely remembering that Xuan Fengqian had once said that he was too domineering.
Could it be that his domineering and forceful nature was pushing her further and further away?
Zhi Mo clutched her pounding heart tightly with both hands, nodded nervously, and murmured in a low voice, "The Demon Lord always exudes an innate kingly aura, which can indeed make people feel intimidated. However, the Demon Lord need not worry too much. As long as you are willing to communicate well with Princess Xiantian, she will definitely understand you."
"You think I haven't tried to communicate with her?"
Leng Ye's mind was filled with the resolute image of Xuan Fengqian waving her hairpin at him.
At this moment, he was already heartbroken by her.
The reason he didn't treat the wound on his chest for so long was that he hoped the physical pain would alleviate the dull ache in his heart.
Zhi Mo glanced at his blood-stained robes and knew that he had not communicated properly with Xuan Fengqian at all.
To clear his mind, she had no choice but to muster her courage and say in a deep voice, "Demon Lord, please forgive my bluntness. If you truly want to resolve this issue, you must do it in a way that she can accept. If she hasn't fallen for you yet, and you drag her to your bed without a word, it will be no different from being slowly tortured to death for her. She will suffer both physically and mentally, and lose all her dignity. In this way, she will inevitably distance herself from you even more."
As soon as she finished speaking, tears welled up in Zhi Mo's eyes.
She still feels lingering fear when she recalls what happened five months ago.
She did like Leng Ye, but whenever she recalled how Leng Ye had restrained her body while calling out the names of other women, her heart still ached terribly.
Leng Ye was completely unaware of the tears in Zhi Mo's eyes, and muttered dejectedly, "What I find most unacceptable is that she not only disregards my sincerity, but even cursed me to die early in her letters."
"Perhaps, that letter was simply written in a fit of anger? If it was just something said in anger, then there's no need to take it seriously."
Zhimo quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, suppressing the grievances in her heart, and said softly, "One should strive for love without hesitation. I believe that one day she will be moved by your sincerity."
Leng Ye pursed her thin lips, originally intending to go find Xuan Fengqian and apologize to her.
But he was born proud, and even if he committed a terrible crime, he would never lower his proud head.
After much hesitation, he finally slumped back in his chair and drank alone in silence.
Zhi Mo saw Leng Ye's dejection and wanted to offer some words of comfort, but she didn't know where to begin.
Left with no other choice, she could only kneel obediently in front of him and silently keep him company.
After about fifteen minutes, Leng Ye finally noticed that Zhi Mo, who was pale and uncomfortable from kneeling for so long, asked casually, "Do you drink alcohol?"
Zhi Mo gently cradled her already protruding belly with both hands and said timidly, "I am pregnant and cannot drink alcohol."
"Never mind."
Leng Ye glanced indifferently at Zhi Mo's protruding belly, a hint of sinister intent in his eyes.
He still couldn't believe he had ever touched her.
Therefore, even if she were carrying a black dragon, it could never be his child.
Before this, he was still wondering why the mastermind behind it all had sent a woman who was completely helpless.
In retrospect, Zhimo was not entirely without merit.
A woman who can make him lower his guard in a short time must be extraordinary.
Zhi Mo sensed the murderous aura emanating from Leng Ye and was secretly alarmed.
She glanced cautiously at his dark face, trying her best to divert his overly focused attention. "Demon Lord, there is one more thing, but I am not sure if I should say it?"
"Um?"
"Women's minds are indeed hard to fathom. However, most women are the same; they say they like cold and domineering men. In reality, they like men who are cold and domineering to others but gentle and considerate to them. Perhaps Princess Xiantian didn't mean to hurt you; she was just scared and acted in self-defense in a moment of panic."
Fear?
Leng Ye suddenly recalled the comical scene of Xuan Fengqian being so frightened by the human head kite that he crouched down with his head in his hands.
Looking at it this way, she was indeed not as bold as he had imagined.
Perhaps his overly aggressive behavior had frightened her.
But on second thought, Xuan Fengqian's actions were indeed too much.
If an ordinary woman loses her virginity before marriage, she will inevitably be divorced by her husband's family.
She actually went so far as to say to his face that she hadn't only done it once, but also twice, three times, and four times.
After a moment of contemplation, Leng Yete lowered his voice and asked Zhimo, "After you women lose your virginity, do you become indifferent to your own bodies?"
Zhi Mo shook her head, instantly understanding the meaning behind Leng Ye's words. "If Princess Xiantian were to say to your face that she had been with many men, it would most likely be a lie. If she truly cared nothing, why would she risk angering you and harming you? In my opinion, she just wants to annoy you."
"What you said makes some sense."
Leng Ye habitually squinted his eyes, and the gloom in his heart dissipated slightly.
As the saying goes, concern leads to confusion.
He cared about her too much, which is why he lost all reason because of her few words.
Zhi Mo noticed that Leng Ye's murderous aura had lessened slightly, and then breathed a sigh of relief, saying softly, "Why doesn't the Demon Lord go and coax Princess Xiantian?"
"What should I say?"
Leng Ye could never let go of his pride.
I want to apologize, but I don't know how to start.
Zhi Mo seemed somewhat helpless. She had originally thought that Leng Ye was a ruthless and fierce supreme king.
Unexpectedly, she was able to see his simple and foolish appearance.
At the same time, she also felt a sense of curiosity about Xuan Fengqian, whom she had never met before.
She really wanted to see just how stunningly beautiful the woman was who could make Leng Ye so obsessed.
Outside the Soul Devouring Hall, Xuan Feng calmly observed the scene inside, silently covering Wuya's eyes, saying, "Do not look at what is improper."
"Gah! Asahi, what happened?"
Wuya gently clung to Xuanfeng Qian's hand with her wings and asked in a low voice.
Xuanfeng Qian was slightly angry and said in an unfriendly tone, "Wuya, didn't you say that Leng Ye was drunk, severely injured, and on the verge of death?"
"What's wrong?"
Wuya mistakenly thought that something serious had happened to Leng Ye, and with a "whoosh", he jumped onto Xuan Fengqian's shoulder and stared wide-eyed into the Soul Devouring Hall.
Leng Ye, his robe slightly open, was talking enthusiastically to Zhi Mo, who was kneeling in front of him, while Zhi Mo's face was completely obscured by the table in front of them.
At first, Wuya only thought their posture was a little strange.
After pondering for a while, it suddenly remembered that it seemed to have seen such a pose in some low-brow novels.
Could it be that Leng Ye was really doing that shameful thing with Zhi Mo?
Wuya was so angry that his chest trembled, and he said with snot and tears streaming down his face, "I thought His Majesty was heartbroken, but I never expected that he would be cheating on me with other women!"
You should know that it used every trick in the book, even resorting to the old tricks of crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide, to persuade Xuan Fengqian.
Unexpectedly, Leng Ye acted as if nothing had happened, enjoying himself immensely as he fooled around with Zhi Mo.
Xuan Fengqian fixed her gaze on Zhi Mo's slightly protruding belly and asked Wuya softly, "Is this woman the one Leng Ye brought back from the Boundless Sea?"
Before this, she had heard people say that this woman was pregnant with Leng Ye's child.
Roughly speaking, she should be about five months pregnant.
"It's her."
Wuya nodded heavily. Despite the sullenness of the cold night, it still tried its best to speak well of him, "Aqian, don't misunderstand. His Majesty may have drunk too much and was out of his mind when he did such an absurd thing. He really likes you very much."
Who he likes is none of my business.
Xuanfeng thought to himself, Leng Ye is truly worse than a beast.
He even forced a pregnant woman to relieve his desires.
"Ah Qian, don't be angry. His Majesty really didn't mean to upset you." Wuya smoothed his wings and was about to soothe Xuanfeng Qian's anger when he suddenly realized the difference between men and women, so he stopped.
"Wuya, do me a favor. Return the Nine-Section Demon Whip to him."
Xuan Fengqian had no intention of lingering in the Nine Netherworld any longer, so he turned and left.
In the shadows, Wanxia took in all of this and rushed back to Ziyou Palace in a great hurry.
"A-Qian..."
Wuya glanced at Xuanfengqian's back and knew that she must have been disgusted by Lengye's behavior. So, holding the nine-section demon whip in her mouth, she flew angrily into the Soul Devouring Palace.
Snap—
It suddenly threw the nine-section demon whip onto the table in front of Leng Ye, and was about to speak when it realized that Leng Ye and Zhi Mo had not done anything shameful.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that there was still a considerable distance between them.
Zhimo simply knelt before him, nothing more.
"Gah..."
Realizing he had misunderstood Leng Ye, Wuya seemed a little embarrassed and quickly softened his tone, "Your Excellency, are you feeling better now?"
Leng Ye frowned, staring intently at the nine-section demonic whip on the table, and said coldly, "Zhimo, you may step back."
"yes."
Zhi Mo responded respectfully.
After a while, she managed to hobble out of the hall, her legs still numb.
"Is she still angry?" Leng Ye slowly put down the wine pot in his hand and asked Wuya in a deep voice.
"When I rushed to the Immortal Realm, A-Qian happened to be discussing the wedding date with Di Jun. Di Jun wanted to give her a grand wedding, saying that it would take about a month to prepare. A-Qian, however, seemed very anxious and wanted to get married as soon as possible. After some discussion, they set the wedding date for three days later."
"Three days later..."
Upon hearing this, Leng Ye felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his lips trembled slightly.
He knew that he had pushed Xuan Fengqian too far, which was why she wanted to move up the wedding date in order to get rid of his control as soon as possible.
Wuya nodded heavily, then said, "I used every trick in the book, even threatening suicide, before she finally agreed to come to the Nine Netherworld to see you..."
Where is she?
Leng Ye's eyes suddenly lit up, revealing unusual excitement.
He never expected that after being treated that way by him, Xuan Fengqian would still be willing to come see him.
"A-Qian mistakenly thought that you and Zhi-Mo were having sex, so she left in a bad mood after handing over the Nine-Section Demon Whip to you."
"Why don't you tell her that I am innocent?"
Leng Ye became anxious and made a move to rush out of the Soul Devouring Palace to explain things to her.
But as soon as he got up, everything went black before his eyes, and he fainted without warning.
"Gah! Your Majesty!"
Wuya was so frightened that his hair stood on end and he screamed, "Help! Help! His Majesty has fainted!"
Leng Ye tried desperately to open his eyes, but due to exhaustion, he couldn't wake up.
At that moment, he was in utter despair.
With Xuan Fengqian's wedding date fast approaching, he had to take a gamble and try to win her heart within three days.
To his surprise, he unexpectedly fainted!
He was in so much pain that he felt like tearing his hair out, wishing he could stab himself twice in the hopes that he would come to his senses soon.
However, things didn't go as planned.
When Leng Ye opened his eyes again, two days had passed.
"Your Majesty, you're finally awake! I was so worried about you." Xuan Qianning held Leng Ye's hand tightly, and tears streamed down her face as she saw him finally wake up.
Leng Ye withdrew his hand without showing any emotion, and asked Jingzhe, who was standing quietly to the side, in a deep voice, "How long have I been unconscious?"
"More than two days."
"Damn it!" Leng Ye, who had been thinking about Xuan Fengqian, suddenly stood up, pretending to go to the Immortal Realm to find her.
Seeing this, Jingzhe repeatedly tried to comfort him, "Demon Lord, Pharmacist Gu said that you once repaired someone else's immortal body, which greatly damaged your vital energy. If this continues, the consequences will be unimaginable."
Xuan Qianning also said with great concern, "Your Excellency, the Nine Heavens Tribulation is approaching. You cannot continue to abuse your body like this."
"I must personally go to the Immortal Realm."
Leng Ye vaguely sensed that something was wrong with his body.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't be this weak after only healing Fu Chen's immortal body.
But before he could think it through, he fainted again.
"Quickly! Quickly carry the Demon Lord to the bed." Upon seeing this, Pharmacist Gu hurriedly carried his medicine box forward and focused intently on taking Leng Ye's pulse.
"What's wrong with His Majesty? Why has he fainted repeatedly?"
Xuan Qianning was extremely anxious. If Leng Ye were to fall ill, her future would be hopeless.
Wuya curled up in Jingzhe's arms, his body trembling uncontrollably.
For some reason, extremely terrifying images flashed through its mind.
It saw Leng Ye die at Xuan Fengqian's hands, and it cried and howled desperately, but Fu Chen twisted its neck.
In its final moments, it caught a glimpse of Xuan Fengqian collapsing in a pool of blood, heartbroken, having ended her own life with the Xuanyuan Demon Sword...
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